Gettin' Off Lyrics

Ayy [x13]
I just got up off that row yes I did (yes I did)
I'm on my way home, yes I is (yes I is)
Hit that bitch front of her kids yes I did (yes I did)
I'm gon' do that shit again yes I is (I is)
And send a clip in that strap yes it does (it does)
Skuba receiving in that trap yes he was (he was)
And send a clip in that strap yes it does
Skuba receiving in that trap yes it was

All red lookin' like Westside cuz
Give me all head bitch baby yes I love
How lean that nigga wanna test this thugs
Sticks get to pokin' like we tryna test his blood
Get to pressin' buttons like I'm tryna test my mic
Pop a nigga then I pop a Perc catch my flight
Hood bitch one baby she a stripper my type
Double cup no pitchers no liquor all ice
Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy

Posted up on the corner
Don't really feel like talkin'
Percosets in my pocket
Choppers in granny closet
Ain't got no time for crazy
All of my niggas is with me
They got that hundred today ay ay ay ay

Lil nigga be serving now
Before we swerving niggas is nervous
What is you worried about
Is it cause I got my dirty op
You gon be worried the rest of your life
Cuz I'm gon keep building the murder count
Doing the wrong makin you feel wrong
Het the brand new hearses out

You a bitch
String bitch
PGK gon bling bling
Your bitch called me king Bought her Saint Laurent g strings

Get your selfie
Soon as the bitches left me
Now I'm rich and sexy
Billy can left me
Both of my shooters deadly just so we can ride a

Greyhound with them pints nigga yes I was
Me and Fatman kill a hundred niggas Westside cuz
Chopper's got the big bullets in it
Guess what it'll do
223 or it either be them 762s

I got a faithful fiend never miss a blue-oh
You know I got all my sticks in the studio
My old niggas still shootin' uncle Drew-oh
She suck the dick with no hands like it's you-oh
Left the probation building got the juice poured
I and lookin' at no whip less it's 2 door
Pink drink in my glass ain't no Nuvo
75 bands in 6 months give me kudos
Huh

Put a tek to a nigga noggin
Leave a nigga fresh in the coffin
Xanax made me nauseous
Percosets made me cautious
2 chains on my chest just knew a nigga blessed
These diamonds cost me
Bitch wanna have sex we ain't even gotta text
Hoes waiting on the corners

I'ma get rich with all my niggas
I'ma shoot sticks for all my niggas
See you bitch at all you niggas
I know what be wrong with niggas

You niggas be broke
You niggas ain't go no money that ain't my problem
You niggas wanna smoke I'm good with the lil niggas gunnin' you here nigga on me huh

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