Tech N9ne, Darrein Safron, Problem - Get Off Me lyrics
Tech N9ne [Aaron Dontez Yates] Kansas City, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tech N9ne, Darrein Safron, Problem - Get Off Me lyrics]
When haters do what they do
And steady hidin' the lie
Laughing while we, ridin' and high
'Cause we know that they ladies will
Let us slide in their pie
Yeah, they call us nook nook crooks
'Cause all they hear from the
Room is Babadook dook dook
Yeah, you think I make rooks book?
Well my singin' partner 'bout to murder
Before he do the hook, look
Starting from nothing, I did it
Y'all mad 'cause you didn't
Y'all mad 'cause y'all ain't in it
Y'all mad 'cause I got the master plan
Cash got no limit
I might ride to your block and
Let this drop when I’m finished
Uh, yeah, put that on your head
People thought we was recording 'cause
The dot shot red
I just do this for my homies
'til the block get fed
I rap slow so you understand
What the fuck I said but
Ok I'm still on my grind
Holding minds down with it
I'm keepin' my side open ya third eye
They thinking you're blind
Strap to the back, with a Mac' in a backpack
Homies' strapped, and ready to ride
Feeling like Biggie, I'm Ready To Die
So get off me bitch get off me
I just don't got no time for all
You bitches and your soft way so get off me
Bitch get off me
I just don't got no time for all
You bitches and your soft way
Whoever said Tech N9na ain't the shizzy
Is a busta deluxe with cheese
My foot is ready to touch
Ya and scuff the 3's
You couldn't move 'em with a
Mustard beat plus with Yeez
'Cause you's a sorry mother-sucker
I'll buck ya then puff the trees
I'm for real do I kill it, certainly so
Your lady say she don't
'member ever squirting before
'Til she had this player in
The middle of the west, a flirtin' negro
I knocked her way down to
Coach from her Birkin ego ya heard it?!
(I heard it)
Let's give it up for the KC King
But, I never wanna get up in the race
We sing when I get up on a beat
I'ma bake these schemes look at the N9na
I'm comin' at you with a team of cleaners
Rippin' and packin' arenas
Thinkin' he better then he be the dreamer
So get off me bitch get off me
I just don't got no time for all
You bitches and your soft way so get off me
Bitch get off me
I just don't got no time for all
You bitches and your soft way
Bitches ain't shit and they ain't
Never gon' be shit
Talk like a asshole, baby girl eat shit
Chach on this thief shit
Dog off the leash shit get yo BMF
Yeah I'm on that Meech shit (What)
Money everywhere, nigga disrespect mine and
We gunnin' everywhere
Pussy's gettin no love mother-fuck a Februar'
Cracked my enemy's girl then
I fucked her everywhere
Yeah I'm all up in these streets
And you suckas never there
80's baby and I grew
Up with cluckas everywhere
Fuck all that mad doggin got
A shot for every stare
If you wanna see fake take a
Look up in the mirror
So get off me bitch get off me
I just don't got no time for all
You bitches and your soft way so get off me
Bitch get off me
I just don't got no time for all
You bitches and your soft way
Clown Town! Clown Town!