Get Off lyrics

[Intro: Godemis]
Strange Music! Ho!
It's Godemis Ish in the place to be, but it ain't my motherf*cking turn
Hey UBI, hit 'em in the neck with that sh*t!

[Verse 1: Ubiquitous]
One, two, play the beat, I moved up the ladder and I lay the heat
I do what I do every day of the week
And even improve in the booth where I’m paid to speak
f*ck you say to me?
When you play in the bench you can hate with ease
But I’m thinking that they like me, J Dupri
And I’m betting if I cut them they would bleed
It’s just too plain to see these, motherf*cker bout two flames a week
They know nothing about this flame I speak
They run around b*tching cause they can’t compete
So don’t ask me sh*t, he should know
I'mma tell him everything he need to know
You don’t need to know sh*t, you need to slow
Your motherf*cking roll up and read the code
We the most slept on for tons of years
I ain’t talking about a couple of months you hear
And you’re acting like Ces has just appeared
Wanna run up and test my nuts in here
Go ahead, spread your sh*t
End in a place where the lead don’t fit
My man, I don’t play I end your sh*t
If the air don’t bake and the bread don’t sip
And I read your script, f*ck your lines
Flesh don’t burn and sun don’t shine
Ces don't ride if the Tech don’t earn
Get up in the line, you can get your turn
I will X your eyes, sex your bird
You never gonna ride you don't let go first
Napalm deployed; on your momma boy
Little motherf*cker looking like a mongoloid
[Hook: Ubiquitous & Godemis]
If the head don’t fit, get off my di*k
Spread your sh*t, get off my di*k
Spread your lips, get off my di*k
Suck this di*k, get off my di*k
Spread your lips, get off my di*k
If the head don’t fit, get off my di*k
Spread your sh*t, get off my di*k
Spread your lips, get off my di*k

[Verse 2: Godemis]
Party’s packed, party’s packed
Let me get a part of that
Black clover up in this b*tch
And no, he don’t know how to act
If she fronting, hold me tell her blow me and don’t call her back
Even if she’s on the floor having a f*cking heart attack
Gangs on 10 here up in the club
We’re all in here up in the club
Came in the club with the bud and a buzz
Now want a shot and a little bit of what
I don’t know, I don’t know, falling like a domino
Budget ballin', parking lot pimpin' outside of the Conoco
We’re mixing two for the alchemy, now I'mma tell what it’s about to be
Like M-L-K I’m about to take one to the head on the balcony
And I know some fools got it out for me, though
I don’t wanna say I got them
I'mma kill them all and let Christ sort ‘em, that’s God’s problem
And I mean I'm out of orbit, they say that I’m so fly
Get a gig as a Chippendale, all I need is a bow tie
My temper telling me to attack ‘em, but clearly that would be the day
Eclipse 'em we’re on our grind otherwise known as that T-M-J
[Hook: Ubiquitous & Godemis]

[Verse 3: Mac Lethal]
Denied by the bank for a loan
Denied by the bank for a loan
Yup, so I got a shoe box full of cash
And I paid for the whole damn house on my own
b*tch, do you want a mouth full of stone?
Then keep trying Mac Leth. ain't hard
And I'mma shoot a little semen like I see a meteor
Reach for back for the black pre-paid card
And this and that Mega Mac pilfe b*tch
How you’re number two, but you still ain’t sh*t
Better stall your cops, better call yours off
If your head don’t fit I'mma saw yours off
Now you can't hear your mix-tape getting killed
Playground days back in 6th grade drinking milk
To now where every single last one of
You motherf*ckers are still lookin' hella' b*tch made like a quilt
There’s a five hundred and fifty million dollar power ball jackpot
Going on literally as I record this and I would go and try
And buy the winning lottery ticket But Ces Cru called and said we gotta revisit
On that white Wu-Tang sh*t wallaby kick it
And just because the music is Strange don’t mean that it got to be wicked
Wiki-wiki Wikipedia Mac b*tch, stroking on a media fat b*tch
Smoking on pd with black lips, open all your media outlets
Watch me read the whole encyclopedia backwards
I’m the king, God dammit, and I’m alpha male
If you see a little rapper in the crowd that’s hating
Know that he rode on my di*k so long that the GPS b*tch said "recalculating"
[Hook: Ubiquitous & Godemis]