Get It Off (feat. Pastor Troy & Fiend)
HB in this bitch with Pastor you know that we ready
Turnt up in this bitch act up and this shit can get messy
Models looking like track stars they racing to catch me
I'm a hustle hard I'm a get off till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Hey ok
I'm gone get it off fuck nigga
Who are you gone call fuck nigga
PT Cruzer kicking it with HB
Riding thru D.C. black SUV
living like OG smoking on OG
Nigga I'm The president black house represent
DMV resident y'all hoes are irrelevant
On another continent got them bitches wanting it
Got it so I'm flaunting it big boy blunting it
Pastor Disaster don't make me slap ya
Right back at ya like the next chapter
I'm another subject shoot your ass in public
You do what you and I'm a do me
You can not see I'm DSGB
I am that nigga with triggers and figures
If I'm in D.C. I'm probably with Trippa
Pulling some bitches and probably go shopping
Bitch I ain't jockin' hoe I'm just popping
I'm popping tags hoe you carry the bag
Ain't buy her shit so this bitch getting mad
She can't get mad man I don't give two fucks
HB let her know what's up yeah
HB in this bitch with Pastor you know that we ready
Turnt up in this bitch act up and this shit can get messy
Models looking like track stars they racing to catch me
I'm a hustle hard I'm a get off till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
HB what up!
Hawaiian ribeyes on every plate like we in a Luia
Won't make easy for them keep the blicker like a shoot out
Who pull dem old schools and then new outs
Candle stick dick she blew out
Quarter mill cars outside of the club they know who out
Hot boy with the bundles know I won't kool out
Performed in Barry farms unannounced
Blaze the mic smoked an ounce
Where you wouldn't of made it out
That Dmv don't play about
It's a book if I weighted it out
The streets a take you by boots and shake you out
You catch you a grave all for clout
In the studio trapped out
She just wanna pop a bar and me to pull her tracks out
Be on gram with them racks out
Then celebrate when we move then packs out
Draco make halo we on fruity chit bust cantaloupe and tomatoes
Turn you red sauce you be bottled Prego
Not a Gemini but you getting Mr. Hyde & Mr. Jekyll
Every war wound don't get a medal
I ain't just start on this level
They figured I was on from the bezel
Seen I was torn from the ghetto
Hard as cooked crack white soft as marshmallows.
HB in this bitch with Pastor you know that we ready
Turnt up in this bitch act up and this shit can get messy
Models looking like track stars they racing to catch me
I'm a hustle hard I'm a get off till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Turnt up in this bitch act up and this shit can get messy
Models looking like track stars they racing to catch me
I'm a hustle hard I'm a get off till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Hey ok
I'm gone get it off fuck nigga
Who are you gone call fuck nigga
PT Cruzer kicking it with HB
Riding thru D.C. black SUV
living like OG smoking on OG
Nigga I'm The president black house represent
DMV resident y'all hoes are irrelevant
On another continent got them bitches wanting it
Got it so I'm flaunting it big boy blunting it
Pastor Disaster don't make me slap ya
Right back at ya like the next chapter
I'm another subject shoot your ass in public
You do what you and I'm a do me
You can not see I'm DSGB
I am that nigga with triggers and figures
If I'm in D.C. I'm probably with Trippa
Pulling some bitches and probably go shopping
Bitch I ain't jockin' hoe I'm just popping
I'm popping tags hoe you carry the bag
Ain't buy her shit so this bitch getting mad
She can't get mad man I don't give two fucks
HB let her know what's up yeah
HB in this bitch with Pastor you know that we ready
Turnt up in this bitch act up and this shit can get messy
Models looking like track stars they racing to catch me
I'm a hustle hard I'm a get off till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
HB what up!
Hawaiian ribeyes on every plate like we in a Luia
Won't make easy for them keep the blicker like a shoot out
Who pull dem old schools and then new outs
Candle stick dick she blew out
Quarter mill cars outside of the club they know who out
Hot boy with the bundles know I won't kool out
Performed in Barry farms unannounced
Blaze the mic smoked an ounce
Where you wouldn't of made it out
That Dmv don't play about
It's a book if I weighted it out
The streets a take you by boots and shake you out
You catch you a grave all for clout
In the studio trapped out
She just wanna pop a bar and me to pull her tracks out
Be on gram with them racks out
Then celebrate when we move then packs out
Draco make halo we on fruity chit bust cantaloupe and tomatoes
Turn you red sauce you be bottled Prego
Not a Gemini but you getting Mr. Hyde & Mr. Jekyll
Every war wound don't get a medal
I ain't just start on this level
They figured I was on from the bezel
Seen I was torn from the ghetto
Hard as cooked crack white soft as marshmallows.
HB in this bitch with Pastor you know that we ready
Turnt up in this bitch act up and this shit can get messy
Models looking like track stars they racing to catch me
I'm a hustle hard I'm a get off till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
Get it off till they till they catch me
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Writer(s): Richard Jones
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