Get Up Off Me Lyrics

Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get from round me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get from round me

Nigga get up off me, bitch get up off me
Sprinkle diamonds everywhere, everything frosty
40 Niggas, 40 guns, 40 Glock 40′s
Gave that boy a closed casket when they shot shorty
Because we fucked one time that don't make you mine
I guess she think that I′m a man cause I was in her spine

When you fucked my lil homies everything was fine
Well you ain't the only one, baby fall in line
If you ain't in my circle, get from round me
They call me Wooh Da King, I think you should crown me
You walk around and hold her hand, but she wants me
But when I′m finished I′m like "Bitch get up off me"

Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get from round me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get from round me

Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me

Your girl seen my ride, I can't keep this bitch from talking
Stalking, talking, bitch get up off me
Trick get up off me, hoes won′t let me sleep
Ball so hard, it's exhausting, prick get up off me
Trick get up off me, my top back on South Beach
My car cost half a million dollars, motherfuck a car chief
I′m screaming "get em Flocka" they like "Gucci get em off me"
Pull up with the butter cream guts, paint coffee
Haters looking salty, nigga get up off me

Haters thought they had me, but I ain't the one to play with
Boy play with your daddy, stacks all in my khakis
Dope man, Nikes

Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get from round me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get from round me

Dope man, Nikes man, this rap shit is easy
We could leave you leaking, he just another swag thief
Label try to clone me, but ain′t no way to clone me
I robbed so many people that my family disowned me
Moved in with my homies then I moved back on my lonely
I swear my life a movie dawg, I should win a Tony
Oscar or a Emmy, cause Gucci Mane's a movie
Young Wilt Chamberlain, these bitches love my music
It's Gucci

Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, trick get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get from round me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get up off me
Bitch get up off me, bitch get from round me