Get The f*ck Off My di*k lyrics

[Chorus]
Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my di*k
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my b*tch
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this sh*t, get your jaws off my di*k
Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my di*k
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 b*tch
Avant-garde with this sh*t, get your jaws off my di*k

[Verse 1]
I ain't takin' no more calls, might think 'bout callin' it quits
Press is tryin' to block my blessings, no more talking to Vince
NPR and XXL, man, I can't tell which is which
Missed the mark, I think my label need a marketin' switch
Hold up, switch the flow up, I won't go for nothing
Rappers ho up, then they blow up, guess who do the f*ckin'?
VMA and Grammy snubbin', not walkin' through no clubs
Homie you can keep your money, it don't do nothing for me
Heard they lookin' for me yeah, you're a dummy yeah
Have somebody find your body parts, running Runyon
Ay bay-bay, ain't for play, sear the steaks, steal the Wraith

[Break]
And them Wraiths is ugly, by the way. We see you got money to spend, but, nonetheless
[Chorus]
Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my di*k
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my b*tch
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this sh*t, get your jaws off my di*k
Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my di*k
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 b*tch
Avant-garde with this sh*t, get your jaws off my di*k

[Verse 2]
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 them corners
Walked through the MoMA (Yeah)
Just did a feature, hit Cassina, 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 pockets, pocket rocket leave you tore up
Time to glow up, from the floor up how I came
You don't know my pain, b*tch, don't act like you don't know my name
Don't record me man, b*tch, you see me tryna board this plane
Don't you touch my frame, still the one who bust you in your brain
I don't f*ck with fame, you don't see me in no f*cking chains
Ain't no f*cking slave, Def Jam ain't gon' put me on no blade
This the sound I made, won't nobody knock me off my wave
I'm the god in this, f*ck up off my di*k
[Chorus]
Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my di*k
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my b*tch
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this sh*t, get your jaws off my di*k
Get the f*ck off now, get the f*ck off my di*k
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 b*tch
Avant-garde with this sh*t, get your jaws off my di*k