Nigga Get Off by TeeCee4800 x Nano x Reem Riches Lyrics
[Verse 1: TeeCee 4800]
My niggas out here shooting shit
Leave a nigga head roofless
My niggas think this Call of Duty
Let them know you Drumline but this ain't the movie
Selling rock on the block
In my whip, yeah I got the stash spot
James Bond, press the button, watch me get off
Burning through a nigga pants, that's a sawed-off
Selling rock or the weed or the [?]
I'm in the [?] bitch that's a [?]
Niggas talking all that shit, we lay you di-nown
Niggas talking all that shit, we lay you di-nown
It go "free TeeCee"
[?]
In N Out boys
Bitch I was big toys nigga
[Hook: Nano]
And I be like, hold up, nigga get off
Nigga get off
I be like, hold up, nigga get off
Nigga get off
I be like, hold up, nigga get off
Nigga get off
I be like, hold up, nigga get off
Nigga get off
[Verse 2: Reem Riches]
Okay, another song, another dollar
Money and the power, puffing on the sour
Your bitch on my dick, she gave me head in the shower
Peeling off the lot, new whips, no mileage
Reem Rich nigga, all I know is stack dollars
Swear I come from, niggas don't reach college
These niggas' flow rusty, my shit polished
Pop my collar, pop my collar
Hold up, nigga get off
This young Reem, now let me get my shit off
They see the swag jump on, I be like get off
Every song I'm on, they know I get off, get off
Fuck wrong with y'all
Pushaz Ink, we don't get along with y'all
Nigga, I'm all about my money
And it's fuck a fake bro, can't get shit from me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: RJ]
She say she love me
I wonder if she mean it
It can't be my money
'Cause she ain't get nothing but this penis
I tell her, nigga get off, look, 'cause I ain't with the talk
Less about money in the million dollar loft
French marble tables, China bowl full of salt
Two 23's, shoot through trees like a table saw
Hundred dollar drawers
Told her I'm a blood, now she checking for the scores
Put her on a trip with a 20 year charge
Necessary evils, what's banging without war
Pushaz Ink catching all fades
And my temple sharp like a bald fade
I'm a real nigga is what they all say
I get off and get on then I cross state
[Hook]
[Bridge: Reem Riches]
Bitch, get off my dick, get off my dick
Go hating ass nigga, get off my dick, get off my dick
You's a bitch ass nigga, get off my dick, get off my dick
Go hating ass nigga, get off my dick, get off my dick
[Hook]
My niggas out here shooting shit
Leave a nigga head roofless
My niggas think this Call of Duty
Let them know you Drumline but this ain't the movie
Selling rock on the block
In my whip, yeah I got the stash spot
James Bond, press the button, watch me get off
Burning through a nigga pants, that's a sawed-off
Selling rock or the weed or the [?]
I'm in the [?] bitch that's a [?]
Niggas talking all that shit, we lay you di-nown
Niggas talking all that shit, we lay you di-nown
It go "free TeeCee"
[?]
In N Out boys
Bitch I was big toys nigga
[Hook: Nano]
And I be like, hold up, nigga get off
Nigga get off
I be like, hold up, nigga get off
Nigga get off
I be like, hold up, nigga get off
Nigga get off
I be like, hold up, nigga get off
Nigga get off
[Verse 2: Reem Riches]
Okay, another song, another dollar
Money and the power, puffing on the sour
Your bitch on my dick, she gave me head in the shower
Peeling off the lot, new whips, no mileage
Reem Rich nigga, all I know is stack dollars
Swear I come from, niggas don't reach college
These niggas' flow rusty, my shit polished
Pop my collar, pop my collar
Hold up, nigga get off
This young Reem, now let me get my shit off
They see the swag jump on, I be like get off
Every song I'm on, they know I get off, get off
Fuck wrong with y'all
Pushaz Ink, we don't get along with y'all
Nigga, I'm all about my money
And it's fuck a fake bro, can't get shit from me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: RJ]
She say she love me
I wonder if she mean it
It can't be my money
'Cause she ain't get nothing but this penis
I tell her, nigga get off, look, 'cause I ain't with the talk
Less about money in the million dollar loft
French marble tables, China bowl full of salt
Two 23's, shoot through trees like a table saw
Hundred dollar drawers
Told her I'm a blood, now she checking for the scores
Put her on a trip with a 20 year charge
Necessary evils, what's banging without war
Pushaz Ink catching all fades
And my temple sharp like a bald fade
I'm a real nigga is what they all say
I get off and get on then I cross state
[Hook]
[Bridge: Reem Riches]
Bitch, get off my dick, get off my dick
Go hating ass nigga, get off my dick, get off my dick
You's a bitch ass nigga, get off my dick, get off my dick
Go hating ass nigga, get off my dick, get off my dick
[Hook]