Get It in (feat. Juice Beamin')
I'm still in the stu I'm like fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I stay in the studio fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got this money I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some racks I'm bout spend
Imma just do it because I can
We keep it cooler than ceiling fans
They just gonn do it cus they a fan
You stay on the street like a curb
But you was raised in the suburbs
That's shit that get on my nerves
Hope you don't get what you deserve
I'm on my level like I'm on my level like Ferg
I love it when i be wit her
She sweet and I eat like desert
She sweeter than candy but cold as the winter I think imma buy her a fur
I like how she movin we stay on adventures I feel like we phineas ferb
I'm feeling like phineas pherb
I'm drippin these colors like nerds
Im staying low to the earth
You know I be low as the dirt
Gimmie some jose like cuervo
I'm wit my mafia peso
I need my chip wit some queso
Make her say ugh. Quavo
I hit it once and I lay low
Pretty petite and moreno
She dance and she sing like she j lo
Bet she gonn do what I say so
Pipe down lil shor what you doin
I'm hot come and ring the alarm
These words gonna work like a charm
She suck till I die and respawn
Get dressed like I'm stepping to prom
Got the world and my life in my palm
I'm stressed I put that in a song
I'm stuck in the stu all night long
I'm still in the stu I'm like fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I stay in the studio fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got this money I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some racks I'm tryna spend
Imma just do it because I can
We keep it cooler than ceiling fans
They just gonn do it because they a fan
I feel a way i deserve it
If I can't get a check i get nervous
Blowing these band I be splurging
Cop me a whip do the dash
I be swerving skrtttt
Only hit me if it's urgent, I just cut and repair ima surgeon
Got the wolves on your head like a turban
Say it again
I don't think that they heard me.
I get it in I get it in
Grain on my chest wit my hat to the back
I get it in I get it in
Can't believe what you say you got cap in yo raps
They want me out of my element
Any move that you make is irrelevant
Its a problem we gone have to settle it
Sick when i'm spitting this shit is unsettling
I just grain gang my fit
Aint got time to take no trip.
I got niggas giving out fades
I ain't talking bout no bip
Let me beam and talk my shit
I don't mean to talk like this.
Aint no way they catching me slipping
If i'm wit the YBBB
I'm still in the stu I'm like fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I stay in the studio fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got this money I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some racks I'm tryna spend
Imma just do it because I can
We keep it cooler than ceiling fans
They just gonn do it cus they a fan
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I stay in the studio fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got this money I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some racks I'm bout spend
Imma just do it because I can
We keep it cooler than ceiling fans
They just gonn do it cus they a fan
You stay on the street like a curb
But you was raised in the suburbs
That's shit that get on my nerves
Hope you don't get what you deserve
I'm on my level like I'm on my level like Ferg
I love it when i be wit her
She sweet and I eat like desert
She sweeter than candy but cold as the winter I think imma buy her a fur
I like how she movin we stay on adventures I feel like we phineas ferb
I'm feeling like phineas pherb
I'm drippin these colors like nerds
Im staying low to the earth
You know I be low as the dirt
Gimmie some jose like cuervo
I'm wit my mafia peso
I need my chip wit some queso
Make her say ugh. Quavo
I hit it once and I lay low
Pretty petite and moreno
She dance and she sing like she j lo
Bet she gonn do what I say so
Pipe down lil shor what you doin
I'm hot come and ring the alarm
These words gonna work like a charm
She suck till I die and respawn
Get dressed like I'm stepping to prom
Got the world and my life in my palm
I'm stressed I put that in a song
I'm stuck in the stu all night long
I'm still in the stu I'm like fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I stay in the studio fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got this money I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some racks I'm tryna spend
Imma just do it because I can
We keep it cooler than ceiling fans
They just gonn do it because they a fan
I feel a way i deserve it
If I can't get a check i get nervous
Blowing these band I be splurging
Cop me a whip do the dash
I be swerving skrtttt
Only hit me if it's urgent, I just cut and repair ima surgeon
Got the wolves on your head like a turban
Say it again
I don't think that they heard me.
I get it in I get it in
Grain on my chest wit my hat to the back
I get it in I get it in
Can't believe what you say you got cap in yo raps
They want me out of my element
Any move that you make is irrelevant
Its a problem we gone have to settle it
Sick when i'm spitting this shit is unsettling
I just grain gang my fit
Aint got time to take no trip.
I got niggas giving out fades
I ain't talking bout no bip
Let me beam and talk my shit
I don't mean to talk like this.
Aint no way they catching me slipping
If i'm wit the YBBB
I'm still in the stu I'm like fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I stay in the studio fuck a trench
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some money I'm bout to spend
I got this money I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I get it in I get it in
I told my mama I'm heaven sent
I got some racks I'm tryna spend
Imma just do it because I can
We keep it cooler than ceiling fans
They just gonn do it cus they a fan
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Embreev
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