Get . Off . My . Ass (feat. Rugged Bambino & Splashtana) - Big Spliffted

Yeah Yeah Mhmm Boy you the buyer I'm the supplier She see the drip when she see my attire I got a 9 and that shit will not fire You'll catch a hot one 'Cause I'm not a fighter I been a G I been on timin' Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin' Count up my money, while the sinnins while risin' You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin' I take your bitch She get the sloppin' If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit Run up the breesh from makin' deposits Bands in my pocket Bitch you know I got it Money and pussy All that I need Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep Finesse a pack or finesse a piece And niggas big mad, they still nickel and dimmin' Been about paper, them stacks keep on risin' No Nick at Night, but my niggas stay slimin' Sticks to the fight, they still on the net typin' We bring sticks to the fight, they still on the net writin' Yeah, your bitch keep it tight Yeah, that pussy be bitin' She like how I'm drippin' She gettin' excited Yeah, the pussy was good but I had to one night it Yeah, my niggas they pull up, no talkin' straight snipin' Don't watch no face Yeah, my business is minded As long as these pieces still reading, then my nigga I'm signed in These pieces is reading I'm gettin' my items Once I get that check, Rollie, flood it with diamonds Bust a flex, take a trip to the islands These niggas vex, yeah they see how I'm stylin' Keep a tech if niggas think that they wildn' I'm in the spot, it still readin' and writin' Then bust the piece Then ima swipe it Add the renty, I ain't movin' through nervous When it hit This the thing for my purchase I hit the bump and I count up my earnings I put in work for this shit, I deserve it You're wave is dead, 'cause my niggas done burned it, You're wave is dead, 'cause my niggas done burned it She suck and swallow me Remind me of Kurby That bitch a treesh She is not worthy I pick and choose, so these bitches can't curve Y'all know my body So who gonna hurt me? I been trappin' since they came out with Turbys All types of flavors Covers like drapes Different strands from a pound to a nick Your other bumb and his weed ain't on shit Boy you the buyer I'm the supplier She see the drip when she see my attire I got a 9 and that shit will not fire You'll catch a hot one 'Cause I'm not a fighter I been a G I been on timin' Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin' Count up my money, while the sinnins risin' You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin' I take your bitch She get the sloppin' If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit (Uhuh) Run up the breesh from makin' deposits (Uhuh) Bands in my pocket Bitch you know I got it (Ouu, ahh) Money and pussy All that I need Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets (Mhmm) Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep (Mhmm) Finesse a pack or finesse a piece Ain't with the cappin' I'll make it get tragic These hoes on my body I'm jukin' like Madden Your bitch suicidal She dyin' to top me You watchin' me killin' your bitch like I'm Tommy I go to the Bush and get weed from the zombies I practice in piece I ain't talkin' bout Gotti Im shootin' you if you try and take mine like a zombie They think I got soap on my feet when I'm slimey We livin' in Hell So I send him to Heaven I'm givin' the word Shit I should've been a reverend Good with my gift So I feel like a present Yeah, drip everyday, you get tired of my rain Demons don't want this smoke, like I'm burnin' on sage I walk in the spot and leave with everything I ain't breakin' no bread with no bird, only gang (Gang, gang) Boy you the buyer I'm the supplier She see the drip when she see my attire I got a 9 and that shit will not fire You'll catch a hot one 'Cause I'm not a fighter I been a G I been on timin' Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin' Count up my money while the sinnins risin' You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin' I take your bitch She get the sloppin' If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit Run up the breesh from makin' deposits Bands in my pocket, bitch you know I got it Money and pussy All that I need Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep Finesse a pack or finesse a piece (Mhmm, mhm)

Yeah Yeah Mhmm Boy you the buyer I'm the supplier She see the drip when she see my attire I got a 9 and that shit will not fire You'll catch a hot one 'Cause I'm not a fighter I been a G I been on timin' Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin' Count up my money, while the sinnins while risin' You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin' I take your bitch She get the sloppin' If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit Run up the breesh from makin' deposits Bands in my pocket Bitch you know I got it Money and pussy All that I need Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep Finesse a pack or finesse a piece And niggas big mad, they still nickel and dimmin' Been about paper, them stacks keep on risin' No Nick at Night, but my niggas stay slimin' Sticks to the fight, they still on the net typin' We bring sticks to the fight, they still on the net writin' Yeah, your bitch keep it tight Yeah, that pussy be bitin' She like how I'm drippin' She gettin' excited Yeah, the pussy was good but I had to one night it Yeah, my niggas they pull up, no talkin' straight snipin' Don't watch no face Yeah, my business is minded As long as these pieces still reading, then my nigga I'm signed in These pieces is reading I'm gettin' my items Once I get that check, Rollie, flood it with diamonds Bust a flex, take a trip to the islands These niggas vex, yeah they see how I'm stylin' Keep a tech if niggas think that they wildn' I'm in the spot, it still readin' and writin' Then bust the piece Then ima swipe it Add the renty, I ain't movin' through nervous When it hit This the thing for my purchase I hit the bump and I count up my earnings I put in work for this shit, I deserve it You're wave is dead, 'cause my niggas done burned it, You're wave is dead, 'cause my niggas done burned it She suck and swallow me Remind me of Kurby That bitch a treesh She is not worthy I pick and choose, so these bitches can't curve Y'all know my body So who gonna hurt me? I been trappin' since they came out with Turbys All types of flavors Covers like drapes Different strands from a pound to a nick Your other bumb and his weed ain't on shit Boy you the buyer I'm the supplier She see the drip when she see my attire I got a 9 and that shit will not fire You'll catch a hot one 'Cause I'm not a fighter I been a G I been on timin' Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin' Count up my money, while the sinnins risin' You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin' I take your bitch She get the sloppin' If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit (Uhuh) Run up the breesh from makin' deposits (Uhuh) Bands in my pocket Bitch you know I got it (Ouu, ahh) Money and pussy All that I need Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets (Mhmm) Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep (Mhmm) Finesse a pack or finesse a piece Ain't with the cappin' I'll make it get tragic These hoes on my body I'm jukin' like Madden Your bitch suicidal She dyin' to top me You watchin' me killin' your bitch like I'm Tommy I go to the Bush and get weed from the zombies I practice in piece I ain't talkin' bout Gotti Im shootin' you if you try and take mine like a zombie They think I got soap on my feet when I'm slimey We livin' in Hell So I send him to Heaven I'm givin' the word Shit I should've been a reverend Good with my gift So I feel like a present Yeah, drip everyday, you get tired of my rain Demons don't want this smoke, like I'm burnin' on sage I walk in the spot and leave with everything I ain't breakin' no bread with no bird, only gang (Gang, gang) Boy you the buyer I'm the supplier She see the drip when she see my attire I got a 9 and that shit will not fire You'll catch a hot one 'Cause I'm not a fighter I been a G I been on timin' Don't we all finesse, I swear it's surprisin' Count up my money while the sinnins risin' You goin' out sad, 'cause you is not grindin' I take your bitch She get the sloppin' If I push her head down, I know she gon' vomit Run up the breesh from makin' deposits Bands in my pocket, bitch you know I got it Money and pussy All that I need Real niggas with me, they deep in the streets Trap everyday, barely get time to sleep Finesse a pack or finesse a piece (Mhmm, mhm)