Gotta Get It

Gotta couple bad bitches throwing up B's
While a couple more thots roll up the weed
Yeah we gonna roll up and smoke up and drink
Yeah we getting lit tonight just feel the breeze
With a couple of these bottles and a couple of these models
I'm feeling like I got the muh' fuckin keys
The keys to the streets you best believe
I said I got the keys to the streets and you know I'm blowing trees
Big bags of the green
Mind your business don't worry 'bout me
Y'all talking hoes but to you that's a mystery
But for me I just count 'em like 1, 2, 3
You know I got my eyes on the prize
I can't lie I had to realize
Biggest lies told by the people that look you in your eyes
It start to feel like talking is a sacrifice

(Let's get it and you know I gotta flex
And you know I want the check and the diamonds on my neck
Let's get it and you know I'm up next
They say that I'm the best Peezy better than the rest)



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Writer(s): Preston Zuber
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