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Get Off
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Past 7 Days
Get Off was discovered most frequently in the first few seconds of the song during the past week

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Who is Wonderyo?)
[Chorus]
From trappin' to wrappin' them whole thing
Trap to the rap game, I'm comin' straight through the Walk
Investigation room, told whole name
He a real ho, mane, that **** known for the talk (Get off, get off, get off, get off)
[Verse 1]
Investigation room, told whole name, thank God whenever the 'bows came
Let lil' bro swing the door, could've sold 'caine (Woah), she gon' fuck Double O and my whole gang
'Fore the feds hit the spot, switch the location, I'm too Freebandz, I ain't doin' no ho savin'
He got whacked, I ain't even have to blow, baby, I'm too country, still buy Percs from old ladies
Eazy-E dangerous, young **** livin' too ruthless, the police, they can't even tame him
Walk Down famous, when all of my shows like a gang meetin' 'cause all of my fans, they on gang shit
Brand-new Maybach, not the old one, the lane switch
Play her like she groupie, whole time, that's his main bitch
Chain swangin', pray to God, **** reach for these, lil' bro finna paint shit, oh
[Chorus]
From trappin' to wrappin' them whole thing
Trap to the rap game, I'm comin' straight through the Walk (Ayy, Walk, Walk Gang)
Investigation room, told whole name
He a real ho, mane, that **** known for the talk (No rap, get off, don't fuck with no rats, get off)
[Verse 2]
Chopper bullet hit his back, think he Ricky, lil' bro in a splat
She main eater, I don't eat her cat, uh, make a beat like Metro Boomin track
We smoke body for body, let's match, beefin' like "Ether," fuck a diss track
How you four deep with only two straps? Say you on defense, never shoot back
His tracks ain't sell, he gotta move packs, he step in the booth when he wan' fight back
He nod with the cue, that look got him a pack, tic-tac-toe, three Percs, throw 'em back
He fightin' demons, just run from his past, face card good in my hood, I ain't bad
Ain't gotta be in traffic just to go crash, black out like Kodak, put sniper on his ass
They threw a fish fry, his body in the bag, can't name a bitch I done missed I done had
Can't name a drop where we missed it, we fast, send the blitz quick, old Boosie Badazz
Upgrade the Goyard to a Birkin bag, rockstar status, the bitch got swag
Three-round burst, empty the clip too fast, treat him like a birth, I'm givin' out dad, gang
[Chorus]
From trappin' to wrappin' them whole thing
Trap to the rap game, I'm comin' straight through the Walk (Ayy, Walk, Walk, Big Walk Down)
Investigation room, told whole name
He a real ho, mane, that **** known for the talk (Get off, get off)
[Instrumental]
Lil' pink pill hit like a boxer (Go crazy)
She want a G6, she wanna pop somethin' (4K)
Uh, Walk Down
Uh, uh, boot up, ****
Uh, uh, suit up, ****
Pull the plug, still can't trust you ****, Walk Down
Written by: Darius Poviliūnas, Evan Huang, Leonard Denisenko, Tyreke Rogers
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