Get the F**k Off My Dick

(Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick)

(Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick)

(Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick)

(Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick)

Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art, or my bitch

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car, or my crib

Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick

Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car, or my crib

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art, or my bitch

Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick

Yeah, I ain't takin' no more calls, might think 'bout callin' it quits

Press is tryna block my blessings, no more talkin' to Vince

NPR and XXL, man, I can't tell which is which

Missed the mark, I think my label need a marketing switch

Hold up, switch the flow up, I won't roll for nothin'

Rappers hoe up, then they blow up, guess who do the fuckin'?

VMA and Grammy snubbin'

Not walkin' through no clubs

Homie, you can keep your money

It don't do nothin' for me

Heard they lookin' for me, yeah, you's a dummy, yeah

Yeah, somebody found your body parts, run it, run it in

Ay Bay Bay, ain't for play

Sear the steaks, steal the Wraith

(Aye, and them racks is ugly by the way)

(We see you got money to spend, but nonetheless)

Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art, or my bitch

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car, or my crib

Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick

Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car, or my crib

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art, or my bitch

Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick

Yeah, I'm from Ramona, no school diploma

We caught him slippin', he in a coma

You got two choices, lose your life or your persona

I still hear voices from them nights I hit the corners

Walked through the MoMA (Yeah)

Just did the feature, hit the scene, and blew the quota (Yeah)

I might do Toshiyuki Kita for the sofa (Yeah)

Might save my Nike check and spend my Coca-Cola (Yeah)

Don't count my packets, pocket rocket, and then you tore up

Time to glow up from the floor up, how I came

You don't know my bank, bitch, don't act like you don't know my name

Don't record me man, bitch, you see me tryna board this plane

Don't you touch my frame, still the one who bust you in the brain

I don't fuck with fame, you don't see me in no fuckin' chains

Ain't no fuckin' slave, Def Jam ain't gon' put me on all day

This the sound I made, won't nobody knock me off my wave

I'm the god in this, fuck up off my dick

Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art, or my bitch

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car, or my crib

Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick

Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car, or my crib

Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art, or my bitch

Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick