Lets Get It (Live)

When you cross the border creep softly
Pull up to my block I'm the big home
Had to shake the d'evil up off me
Had to grit my teeth and grind harder
Had to smarten and move wiser

If it ain't bout money trust me I'm off it
Poker face boy I'm all in
Heatin up they say I'm dialed in

In yo city at the western
Wit yo bitch n 4 friends
Just me truey jones n big bens
We got em touchin toes and doin meds
We got em touchin toes n doin meds
Fuck and never call again

Chain froze where my jean jacket
Tried tellin em all a nigga make is magic
Tried tell em all I make is classics

Speedin n swerving man I think Imma driver
Drank Easter pink and that's for my grandmomma
Caked up gettin high watchin some empire

Tried to told yall my team was the sickest
Tried to told yall the c was the illest
Tried to told yall I'd go bananas
Just relax you tuned to the trillest... I got
I told all of my dawgs lets go get it
I told all of my dawgs lets go it...

I just do me ain't gotta lie to em
Every obstacle over came and ran thru it
And To me it's just talk until the pussy prove it
Ain't Neva been a bitch and if I am prove it

Breathing easy in the coupe coolin
Couple bottles in the club foolin
Dat light hit that ice got da bitch choosin
Hit the pad you know I stick n move it

TBE TMT ACC UPTC I got it
Can not fit anymore in my pocket
Jack I don't do good with vodka
Bitches love me but I'm just better without 1

And life a bitch too so I'm knowing the outcome
Well at least where I'm from
Gotta watch yo right hand and watch for da punks
City a jungle fulla snakes n skunks

Sure this what you want?
This ain't tre mid way stop and get out the car
Quick fuse quick temper shit just might jump off
Flow hard like crack get you high like soft
I'm just rapping bout shit that actually
Still givin em swag still givin em sauce
Keep it trill Who can fuck with the God?



Credits
Writer(s): Cst Scooter
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