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letra de get off - pm capo

[intro]
(2side make the beat go)

[verse 1: rio da yung og]
alright, let’s set this sh-t off
right now i’m on my way to [?][0:12] to drop this lil’ b-tch off
sellin’ zips and eights for a day, got a brick off
hit him in his face with a k, blew his lips off
n-gga, i been f-ckin’ hoes for free, i don’t trick off
i’m too high to get on top, baby, ride me like a big dog
put an eight-thousand-dollar outfit on and take this sh-t off
send a ho to get a thousand pills and break the b-tch off
tell me why i had to mace the b-tch, dog
and baby girl, i hate that makeup sh-t, make my d-ck soft
i knew we was gonna win the game at the tipoff
i can stack the twenty dollar bills up and do a flip off ’em
[chorus: rio da yung og]
that is not drip, take that sh-t off
i got a wock’ seal, don’t take the lid off
four in a canned pop, i should’ve sippеd raw
y’all n-ggas had fun, now it’s time for us to get off
whole cliquе icy, we gon’ get off
like a big diaper, get this sh-t off me
alright, it’s time to play, i gave y’all n-ggas time to get off
four hundred seventy-three milliliters, boy, this script talk

[verse 2: peezy]
just had a million-dollar meeting with a label
down to my last deuce of wockhardt, i’m finna save it
need a bandage for my knuckles, i been beatin’ up the pavement
scared to talk on telephones, finna go buy me a pager
this sh-t i’m spittin’ real life, i don’t hardly rap
i know the feds tappin’ n-ggas’ phones, so i’ma call you back
we done turned nothin’ into somethin’, you can’t argue that
finna wash this dirty money up, where a laundromat?
your n-gga fightin’ for his life with a court-appointed
my n-ggas wake up and get paper in the early morning
presidential rollie on my wrist, i got more than one
you can’t tell i’m in the dope house ’cause it’s boarded up

[chorus: rio da yung og]
that is not drip, take that sh-t off
i got a wock’ seal, don’t take the lid off
four in a canned pop, i should’ve sipped raw
y’all n-ggas had fun, now it’s time for us to get off
whole clique icy, we gon’ get off
like a big diaper, get this sh-t off me
alright, it’s time to play, i gave y’all n-ggas time to get off
four hundred seventy-three milliliters, boy, this script talk
[verse 3: pm capo]
i just f-cked my opp’s b-tch and then i slid off
she asked me why i had to cut her off, she think i’m jigsaw
b-tch think she gettin’ over on me, she must hit raw
just sold this offy n-gga fake cookie and now he p-ssed off
walk in the room, won’t say a word, i bet my bl!ck talk
sh-t, d-mn, and i don’t miss often
sent an uber, beat her doonies down, and now the b-tch stalkin’
b-tch pulled up with some cactus p-ssy, had to kickstart it
she said that i’m an assh0l-, i’m always sh-t talkin’
this n-gga pulled up with a pint, i told him get lost then
find a rémy bottle, i don’t want that sh-t for sick coughin’
i’m big now, but i’ll still pop a n-gga, then go hit boston

[outro]
(2side make the beat go)

- pm capo

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