GET OFF ME Lyrics by Kid Cudi & Travis Scott
Question
What’s it called when your music changes the world?
I call it magic
Welcome to Magic City
Everybody leaves with a smile on they face
When wizards collide, things get monumental
Things get legendary
Some things may never be the same
This what y’all was waiting for?
Now watch the competition disappear
Poof
Get in the set, we go
Too bossy
Bet a n** cooler than the motherfuckers talking
Too flossy
Tell them we ain’t tripping about them ho n*** leaving the team, it’s a party in the loft
Be out
Keep the money on flow, and I’m getting what I need, it’s a car with a collar on
Bitch, get off me, aye
That shit off me, got it
Living what I’m zooted so often
This shit lit, get off me
In fact, I ain’t even worried, got no troubles, do you hear ’em?
Look at the stars, no cap, once you hit ’em
I’ll give ’em what I bleed for the fam, yeah, hit ’em
Ooh, the drop, cruise in the drop, hit me
Rolling Rock, too much fresher than y’all, hit me
Bitch, get off me
Bitch, get off
Bitch, ish, get off
Bitch, ish, get off me, off
Bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me
Bitch, get off me, uh
Hey, bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me
Yeah, okay, tints is off, okay
Top is off, okay, knock it off, okay
Not talking tough when I say I hit exhaust, decay
Green like moss, diamonds hit like Voss, okay
She know all the lay of the land, she know how I kick
She know how I’m getting my peace, she still don’t gon’ know ’bout the treats
I keep it, I keep
To find her like hide and go seek
She go out and find me a fee, like Sasha, she find me a fee
I keep her right out on the streets and put her right out in the trees, yeah
Ooh, the drop, cruise in the drop, hit me
Rolling Rock, too much fresher than y’all, hit me
Bitch, get off me
Bitch, get off
Bitch, ish, get off
Bitch, ish, get off me, off
N**, we all over
Tell your friends we merc arenas
Damn, this shit so easy
Tell the world too mega
Phenoms, too big for arenas
In my backyard, built a boardwalk like Kema
Get hot like a steamer
Way you shaking that ass
You be shaking them demons
En route
Bet they wanna come catch me, come quick, seize
Saw a n** tapping on a cloud
But I’m just smoking weed, give ’em my high screams
Shawty be feeling my style, gripping my jeans
Fingernails running through my seams
She get high, see dreams
See the same thing, guess we twins, mami
Ooh, the drop, cruise in the drop, hit me
Rolling Rock, too much fresher than y’all, hit me
Bitch, get off me
Bitch, get off
Bitch, ish, get off
Bitch, ish, get off me, off
Bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me
Bitch, get off me, uh
Hey, bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me, uh
Bitch, get off me