Gotta Get It

I would never let a nigga flex on me
I would never let em talk down on me
Had to tell it imma get it like I want it
Gotta put on for the team and yo brothers
All them times hoodie on, mask, had a rack on me undercover
Had duck off from the snake niggas, and the fake love... so I'm screaming out fuck you

Look... had duck off from them lame eras
Had to meet new bitch had to get some kisses
They say they hate me, they really love me
All that talking down you really saying fuck me
Crazy you hit my line, you see I got them racks... you want my pockets my money
No winnie the poo but I'm gettin them honeys all this flex they want me for something
Now that I'm on now
They done let that beast out, imma beast you a Girl Scout
Crazy how all these niggas they be faking doing it for clout
A nigga like me gonna get to the money and all of my niggas never run they mouth
All these fiction book made killas, all that false claiming get ya head blown out
1st imma get to that paper, then put the team on to that paper
2nd I find all the haters and traitors and tell em all fuck em
3rd imma find all the people that tried to flex on me then flex on em
Cause I can never let a em slide if they turned around and went talked on me
We gotta get it, we gotta get it
We gotta get it, we gotta get it
We gotta get it, we gotta get it
We gotta get it, we gotta get it

I would never let a nigga flex on me
I would never let em talk down on me
Had to tell it imma get it like I want it
Gotta put on for the team and yo brothers
All them times hoodie on, mask on, had a rack on me undercover
Had duck off from the snake niggas, and the fake love... so I'm screaming out fuck you

I'm screaming out bump a bitch
I'm screaming out fuck a nigga
It's sad I can't even trust in a bruva
All this fake love you don't know who love you
Money calling on me, money hungry, OTR
Bump a Toyota we in a push start
All these plays goin off of the charts
Hitta he spraying bullets in the yard
Been tryna get it, a nigga gone get it
Snapped back but I still had it fitted
You talkin that fuck shit you committed
They don't like me cause I'm different, they don't like cause I'm different
Somebody gotta get it, somebody gotta get it
Somebody gotta get it
I gotta go let that clip go
Never serving out the door, bout to start serving out the window
If a nawf nigga flinch, um imma leave on the porch
Turn a nigga inside out all they do is run they mouth
Call em Mickey cause they moving silent like a mouse
Flexed on now we trapped outta the house somebody gotta get it, gotta get it
Somebody gotta get it, gotta get it
Somebody gotta get it, gotta get it
Somebody gotta get it, gotta get it

I would never let a nigga flex on me
I would never let em talk down on me
Had to tell it imma get it like I want it
Gotta put on for the team and yo brothers
All them times hoodie on, mask on, had a rack on me undercover
Had duck off from the snake niggas, and the fake love... so I'm screaming out fuck you



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Writer(s): Zachariah Mccallum
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