Gettin' Off

Stick to the script, I'm winning Oscars
I ain't actin tho
Proud nigga, still stack the pennies like a nigga broke
White tee, man all these dickies got me feeling Loc
Ain't no bad hoes in the city I ain't seen before
I'm at Social coppin Bape, call me Gorilla Zoe
Nah, call me Tunechi, purple camo hoodie
Me and yo hoe made a movie rated triple X
Face exotics out the wood, ain't no percocets

Brodie off the drank, shorty off the shrooms
She texting me like we ain't sitting in the same room
Shittin on these niggas, something that you don't do
Talk money to me, don't tell me bout what you going through
Told shorty I was busy, I wasn't ignorin you
Told shorty meet me at the bnb, I'm in a loft
Wait, I feel like Armauni, I been Gettin Off
Gettin' Off Exotics, what you know about it

How she a baddie, she ain't show up on my radar
Ima win, he just try hard, he play hard
Do it again cuz I'm supposed to, bitch, I deserve it
Pussy trash, do what I'm supposed to
Bitch, I defer it



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Writer(s): Elijah Lemons
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