Get It Off Lyrics

HB The Engineer (Hook)

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 thеy till they catch me

Pastor Troy (Versе)

Hey ok
I'm gone get it off f*ck nigga
Who are you gone call f*ck 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 poppin 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 f*cks
HB let her know what's up yeah

HB The Engineer (Hook)

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

Fiend (Verse

HB what up!
Yeah oh why rib my zone every plate like we was in the Lúa
Won't make it easy for em keep the blicka like a shoot out
Who pull them old school in a aisle
Candle stick dick shit blew out
Quarter mill cars outside of the club they know who out
Hot boy with the bundles know I won't cool out
Performed at Barry farms unannounced
Blazed the mic smoked an once
Will you would've made it out
The DMV don't play about
It's a book if I weighed it out
The streetz a take by your boots a shake ya out
Ya catch your grave off of clout
In the studio trapped out
She just wanna pop a bar for a me to pull her tracks out uh
Be on the gram with racks out
Then celebrate when we move them packs out
And that dracko make her halo
We ain't on fruity shit but she kinda love bit tomatoes
Tell your red sauce you can bottled up Prego
Not a Gemini but you getting Mr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll
Every ward wanna get a metal
I ain't just start on this level
Figured I was on from a bezel
Seen I was torn from the ghetto
Hard as cook crack white soft as marshmallow

HB The Engineer (Hook)

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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