Get Off Me

[Chorus] I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me Trick, get off me, you can't get shit off me I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me Trick, get off me, you can't get shit off me I'm so flossy, no 6s or Sprees Laidback, Maybachs, don't even talk to me I'm so flossy, no 6s or Sprees Laidback, Maybachs, don't even talk to me [Verse 1: NoClue] Laid back, NoClue, haha You can feel the wrath of a menace from the beginning Come against a type of nigga like me and I'm sinning Better pray to God that you're in it to win it Cause I get to rippin it like ain't nobody fuckin with it Too egotistic, list it, raps theistic Fuck, you missed it Gotta couple loose screws in my head So you better keep your distance Keep a witness hit list Always been a little conceited and cocky Daring anybody to come up and stop me Even little model broads can't knock me If it ain't about money, man, I'm way too bossy I'm like, don't even talk to me No need for flocking me, you won't get it off me He's emit illuminosity, monstrosity, velocity My head's so big, like fuck a broad not jockin' me Livin rap God, atrocity Legend, profit or prophecy Pomposity, callosity Never let it from stopping me Cause I'm so bossy Bitch, get off me Trick, get off me, you can't get this off me If it ain't about money, then you probably lost me Cause money, money, money, money, money Gotta get it Money, money, don't be no dummy Ain't nothin funny, get money [Chorus] [Verse 2: NoClue] It's orchestrated, contemplated Battled, then crenellate it No time to conciliate it I'm on a money mission Then I dominated, invaded, no correlated Why're they looking mad that I made it Cause I came and delayed it Bullshit, faded it I'm what they awaited Masticated, captivated, some do hate it Correlated, no related, some do hate it Get to rippin, flippin and dippin, trippin They crave it I'm a rap God against all odds I'ma ride shotgun with a broad from Riyadh, no facade I'm a living demi god but they'd rather see me locked up Plod in the quad But I pay no attention In position, just gettin While they sittin, wishin, witness realness spittin, ventin Laureate, it was yet Too conceited to confess, so I insulated myself And blocked inlet Said I wasn't nothing, wasn't looking through a laureate I was more like a criminal felon with a vest on his chest Had me praying to God like kismet Walking through the valley of death like what's next I'd seen it all but yet my mind's set I tend to send threats, I'm so self possessed See, my mind's gone, I'm so wrong Just to gain, I'll force harm and break arms Arms that hold mics that don't belong See, all along, I masticated, captivated, implicated Take your life and execrate it I'm that nigga they awaited [Chorus x2]