G3t Off
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, woah, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, woah, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Anuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh)
Aye, aye, aye
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
Had to wet him up with the pump
With the pump (aye)
With the pump
Had to wet him up
Wet him up
With the pump
With the pump
Sliding with a mop stick
Sliding with a drum
(Skrr)
Run up, you get popped bitch
Hit him in his neck (woah)
I was with the gang gang
Sliding everyday, yeah we on the same thing
Run up, you get popped
Hear that fucking bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang
Tell them boys that we ain't missing
We up them glocks and, yeah, we got them switches
And you know my niggas, yeah, they really with it
I just hopped up in the whip, it ain't got no brakes
So you know a nigga sliding and he drifting
(Skrr)
We up them poles
Yeah, we with it
I might take a soul if you let me
Yeah, I might take a soul
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
Had to wet him up with the pump
(Whoa, whoa)
With the pump
With the pump
Had to wet him up with the pump
With the pump
With the pump
All black on me look like a punk
But you know a nigga never be no punk
But you know them niggas, yeah, they really punks
Had his pole, but he ain't even run up
Whoa, whoa, whoa, woah, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, woah, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Anuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh)
Aye, aye, aye
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
Had to wet him up with the pump
With the pump (aye)
With the pump
Had to wet him up
Wet him up
With the pump
With the pump
Sliding with a mop stick
Sliding with a drum
(Skrr)
Run up, you get popped bitch
Hit him in his neck (woah)
I was with the gang gang
Sliding everyday, yeah we on the same thing
Run up, you get popped
Hear that fucking bang bang
Bang bang
Bang bang
Tell them boys that we ain't missing
We up them glocks and, yeah, we got them switches
And you know my niggas, yeah, they really with it
I just hopped up in the whip, it ain't got no brakes
So you know a nigga sliding and he drifting
(Skrr)
We up them poles
Yeah, we with it
I might take a soul if you let me
Yeah, I might take a soul
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
(Whoa, whoa)
It's getting off
It's getting off
Had to wet him up with the pump
(Whoa, whoa)
With the pump
With the pump
Had to wet him up with the pump
With the pump
With the pump
All black on me look like a punk
But you know a nigga never be no punk
But you know them niggas, yeah, they really punks
Had his pole, but he ain't even run up
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