Released: March 8, 2018

Songwriter: Ritz Reynolds DJ Dahi Vince Staples

Producer: Ritz Reynolds DJ Dahi

[Chorus]
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick

[Verse 1]
I ain't takin' no more calls, might think 'bout callin' it quits
Press is tryin' to block my blessings, no more talking to Vince
NPR and XXL, man, I can't tell which is which
Missed the mark, I think my label need a marketin' switch
Hold up, switch the flow up, I won't go for nothing
Rappers ho up, then they blow up, guess who do the fuckin'?
VMA and Grammy snubbin', not walkin' through no clubs
Homie you can keep your money, it don't do nothing for me
Heard they lookin' for me yeah, you're a dummy yeah
Have somebody find your body parts, running Runyon
Ay bay-bay, ain't for play, sear the steaks, steal the Wraith

[Break]
And them Wraiths is ugly, by the way. We see you got money to spend, but, nonetheless

[Chorus]
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick

[Verse 2]
I'm from Ramona, no school diploma
We caught him slippin', he in a coma
You got two choices, lose your life or your persona
I still hear voices from them nights I hit them corners
Walked through the MoMA (Yeah)
Just did a feature, hit Cassina, blew the quota (Yeah)
I might do Toshiyuki Kita for the sofa (Yeah)
Might save my Nike check and spend my Coca-Cola (Yeah)
Don't count my pockets, pocket rocket leave you tore up
Time to glow up, from the floor up how I came
You don't know my pain, bitch, don't act like you don't know my name
Don't record me man, bitch, you see me tryna board this plane
Don't you touch my frame, still the one who bust you in your brain
I don't fuck with fame, you don't see me in no fucking chains
Ain't no fucking slave, Def Jam ain't gon' put me on no blade
This the sound I made, won't nobody knock me off my wave
I'm the god in this, fuck up off my dick

[Chorus]
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick
Get the fuck off now, get the fuck off my dick
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my car or my crib
Hard to tell which one more perfect, man, my art or my bitch
Avant-garde with this shit, get your jaws off my dick

Vince Staples

If you haven’t heard about Vince Staples yet, you’ve been missing out. Hailing from the LBC, Vince is one of the single best young talents that the West Coast has to offer.

Vince has been making waves since his initial breakout with the Odd Future crew and has recently even signed a deal with Def-Jam and the legendary No I.D.’s label Artium. Everything you need to know about how dope Mr. Staples can be found in his ridiculous, breakout verse on “Hive” by Earl Sweatshirt. While you’re at it, Vince has released a slew of projects over the course of the past few years, including the Shyne Coldchain series, (both 1 and 2), and the Hell Can Wait EP. It all culminates to his debut album, Summertime 06.

After the release of Summertime ‘06, Vince would go on to release his Prima Donna EP which would feature one of hip-hop’s biggest artists, A$AP Rocky.