Get Off by Chulo Ramon Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know it
Freebirdz
Ooooooooooooo
Ain’t got time to fuck off, if you broke it’s yo fault
We not from the same cloth, bitch I win at all cost
Money in my call log, couple zones that’s small talk
Bitch I stroll with confidence, nigga that’s that cakewalk
All my moves anonymous, I ain’t have no mentor
Always ran my own plays, no coach, huddle or clipboard
Niggas turned they back I just kept running up the scoreboard
Don’t care where you at need my on time like the landlord
I got on my shit with no excuses and I won
All ya actions never match up when them words roll off ya tongue
This that life I love, hustle and come up, put on the gang
Hope you bout it niggas dying living life’s they tryna claim
Bitch I’m cold as A/C in the county, no love for no coward
Crib a lil cloudy, gas’ll have you meet the higher power
All my shoppers V.I.P. if you ain’t greeted you ain’t served
Say my prayers daily, thank God for my plug and for this work
Nigga, I just got a deal on some plates I’m tryna get off
A couple plates, box taped, ready to ship off
Working everyday until I’m rich I’m tryna get off
Ain’t no clocking out, trapping ‘til the sun come out
Down to the last couple zips I’m tryna get off
A couple Z’s left on me don’t sleep on me
You might get finessed no disrespect I’m tryna get off
Finessing me? You got two but paid for three
Duval County baby!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know it!
Ends bitch, I need my ends bitch, until the end
It ain’t business, I got no interest, I won’t pretend
Take a bale and I do division, the cash extend
I can’t front you nothing even if you was a friend
Sending text about some prices, wrong number, you a snitch
See you live on IG with ya pack you ain’t legit
I can’t match you blunt for blunt yo shit don’t smoke how my gas hit
Ain’t got time to fuck off, I been getting work off
Mama know I’m thuggin she just told me make it pay off
I can’t take a day off, disloyal get you laid off
I grind like the playoffs, game seven, winner take all
You niggas different
If I don’t got it I go get it, y’all depend on bitches
All this money to be made, y’all taking intermissions
I prioritize the pay, y’all want the recognition
That’s why this work official
My nigga Nigga, I just got a deal on some plates I’m tryna get off
A couple plates, box taped, ready to ship off
Working everyday until I’m rich I’m tryna get off
Ain’t no clocking out, trapping ‘til the sun come out
Down to the last couple zips I’m tryna get off
A couple Z’s left on me don’t sleep on me
You might get finessed no disrespect I’m tryna get off
Finessing me? You got two but paid for three
You know it
Freebirdz
Ooooooooooooo
Ain’t got time to fuck off, if you broke it’s yo fault
We not from the same cloth, bitch I win at all cost
Money in my call log, couple zones that’s small talk
Bitch I stroll with confidence, nigga that’s that cakewalk
All my moves anonymous, I ain’t have no mentor
Always ran my own plays, no coach, huddle or clipboard
Niggas turned they back I just kept running up the scoreboard
Don’t care where you at need my on time like the landlord
I got on my shit with no excuses and I won
All ya actions never match up when them words roll off ya tongue
This that life I love, hustle and come up, put on the gang
Hope you bout it niggas dying living life’s they tryna claim
Bitch I’m cold as A/C in the county, no love for no coward
Crib a lil cloudy, gas’ll have you meet the higher power
All my shoppers V.I.P. if you ain’t greeted you ain’t served
Say my prayers daily, thank God for my plug and for this work
Nigga, I just got a deal on some plates I’m tryna get off
A couple plates, box taped, ready to ship off
Working everyday until I’m rich I’m tryna get off
Ain’t no clocking out, trapping ‘til the sun come out
Down to the last couple zips I’m tryna get off
A couple Z’s left on me don’t sleep on me
You might get finessed no disrespect I’m tryna get off
Finessing me? You got two but paid for three
Duval County baby!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know it!
Ends bitch, I need my ends bitch, until the end
It ain’t business, I got no interest, I won’t pretend
Take a bale and I do division, the cash extend
I can’t front you nothing even if you was a friend
Sending text about some prices, wrong number, you a snitch
See you live on IG with ya pack you ain’t legit
I can’t match you blunt for blunt yo shit don’t smoke how my gas hit
Ain’t got time to fuck off, I been getting work off
Mama know I’m thuggin she just told me make it pay off
I can’t take a day off, disloyal get you laid off
I grind like the playoffs, game seven, winner take all
You niggas different
If I don’t got it I go get it, y’all depend on bitches
All this money to be made, y’all taking intermissions
I prioritize the pay, y’all want the recognition
That’s why this work official
My nigga Nigga, I just got a deal on some plates I’m tryna get off
A couple plates, box taped, ready to ship off
Working everyday until I’m rich I’m tryna get off
Ain’t no clocking out, trapping ‘til the sun come out
Down to the last couple zips I’m tryna get off
A couple Z’s left on me don’t sleep on me
You might get finessed no disrespect I’m tryna get off
Finessing me? You got two but paid for three