Get up off Me - Gucci Mane, DJ Drama

Bitch get up off me trick get up off me

Bitch get up off me trick get up off me

Bitch get up off me trick get up off me

Bitch get up off me trick get up off me

Bitch get up off me bitch get up off me

Bitch get up off me pussy get from round me

Bitch get up off me bitch get up off me

Bitch get up off me pussy get from round me

Sprinkle diamonds every where every thing frosty

40 niggas 40 guns 40 glock 40s

Gave that boy a close casket when they shot shorty

Because we fuck 1 time that don’t make u mine

I guess u think that I’m a man cause I was in her spine

When u fuck my little homie every thing was fine were

U ain’t the only 1 baby fall in line

If u ain’t in my circle get from round me

They call me whooda kid I think u should crown me

U walk around holding hands but she wants me

But when I’m finish I’m like bitch get up off me

Bitch get up off me trick get up off me

Your girl seen my ride I can’t keep this bitch from talking

Stalking talking bitch get up off me

Trick get up off me hoes won’t let me sleep

Ball so hard it’s exhausting

Prick get up off me trick get up off me

My top back on south beach

My car cost half a million dollars mother fuck a car key

I’m screaming get em flocka they like gucci get them off me

Pull up in the butter cream guts painted coffee

Haters lookin salty nigga get up off me

Haters thought they had me but I’m not one to play with

Boy play with your daddy stacks up in my khakis

Dope man nikes man this rap shit is easy

Beef will leave you leaking he just another swag thief

Labels tryna clone me but ain’t no way to clone me

I robbed so many people that my family disowned me

Moved in with my homie than I moved back on my lonely

Swear my life a movie dawg I should win a tony

Oscar or an emmy cause gucci mane a movie

Young wilt chamberlain this bitches love my music

It’s gucci