Get off my ass Lyrics

Get off my ass and get to a bag I had to do that shit so suddenly

I got his bitch in the back just rolling the gas up and mixing the bubbly

Ain't looking back yeah I lost some track of some of the ones who came up with me

See I run up the racks and mix and the match all the paris drip I do it naturally

Fuck all the Prada I need a cabana gabana Allanya n Tanya

Taking my bitch to the tropics I need

A one pasta I need me Anojah

Stay young I stay with the roster

I bake with the Rastas yea I'm gang wit the shottas

Some of my bros is some goblins some of my hoes is a problem no gossip

I had to turn up for summer

You heard what I wonder yeah I remember the thunder

Packs in the back of clunker I had to stack racks off muscle I bought the whip off the hustle

Blowin the loud out in seaside I got a bitch in the G-ride, baby I know this ain't Cali but this should just be fine, come see what type of time we on

My Asian bitch is immaculate she keep a fashion drip, she don't do nothin that's average

New internationalist top of the castle shit, I'm on some do if imagined shit

You see the look in my face I'm about business, you hear the real in my voice it's addictive Thousands of deals made a choice for that chicken I cop a seal you know I'ma sip it

You feel the pain in my game when I unveil these stories they all include rain

I had a talk wit the lord just the other day when I felt I couldn't a good way

He told me distance from fake and just separate ways from the past shit still in my brain

You wouldn't get it if you never lived it so I just stay shifting back in my own lane

I ask the lord for forgiveness I hope he gets it, Jersey got mischievous ways

I was down to my last biscuit and split it had to let bro know that gang all the same

I pour a Fanta though that be my antidote I'm off a nana a whale no banana boat

I know the lord gonna hold me accountable, shots out the bottle pop me a pot of gold

I know I'm stalling but I'm on my way up I feel like this time they gon have to praise us

Pussies they hate us cuz they can't relate us Remember down bad the excuses I made up

Now I'm on the Ocean a five star jus waiting for waiter to wait us yeah I got my faith up

They play tough and I do not say much, I call my goblins and they going to spray stuff

Get off my ass and get to a bag I had to do that shit so suddenly

I got his bitch in the back jus rolling the gas up and mixing the bubbly

Ain't looking back yeah I lost some track of some of the ones who came up with me

See I run up the racks and mix and the match all the paris drip I do it naturally