Song Description
PARTY TRACK FOR THE CLUBS
| Song Length |
4:05 |
Genre |
Rap - General |
Lyrics
Get Off Our Heels
I’m coasting still you can find me posted my denims cuffed lemon chucks girls that’s obsessed with my name and my chain so I don’t ever really have to spend a buck in the cut puff pass enough to go around 40 times we through down on a duffel bag drunk a cold draft glacier on my wrist bartender cut us off plus our waiters a dick we party often crush girls under lou viton sheets use Armani condoms sorry mama’s daughters a freak she love my necklace but she call me lord of the rings whipping 500 plus a quarter to 3 rocking a g between my jordans and jeans that’s why you tried to corner my team you need to chill homey stay the fuck of my heels
We do it all homey just chill why you in our grill you gone upset us forreal I know you mad that we be getting that scrill so what’s the deal baby boy stay off our heels(repeat)
Got loot taxes bound to eat my check nose on my throat stop breathing down my neck tiz the season of Moet, cris, a little schlagger u know we play the club like Arnold Palmer one hit after another we swinging big blinging hell these chickens clinging to my belt they keep slipping me they cell bout to dip in the six then we hitting the motel homey just get off our heels stop sweating us why don’t you get on some wheels folks I’m talking bout them chrome spokes females love the glisten that is no joke and inside you know what I’m about got a king size bed and a pull out couch as if that wasn’t enough we painted fuck you all across the side of the truck
We do it all homey just chill why you in our grill you gone upset us forreal I know you mad that we be getting that scrill so what’s the deal baby boy stay off our heels(repeat)
Listen I don’t dine these chickens buy em’ wine or kiss em’ whether they a dime or isn’t expecting that you shorter then a line of midgets slim Craig you ain’t got to lie to kick it fine I’m just trying to get behind them britches and I don’t really care about you sign or digits I just want you to ride my WOOO!!!! Baron Roland Cognac spilled a little on my throwback straight beater I N C WELL on my O’s cap yea you’ll baling for sure splitting a whole deuce deuce between all of your boys homey get off our heels you don’t like me I respect how you feel and let’s go our separate way but you gonna wanna be my friend by the end of the day
We do it all homey just chill why you in our grill you gone upset us forreal I know you mad that we be getting that scrill so what’s the deal baby boy stay off our heels(repeat)