Let's Get It
(Hit a button Morty give me a beat oh man ok alright um)
Ayy
Ridin' through my town
Posted in the Cal'
You niggas be foulin'
Yal ballin' out of bounds
Yal niggas some clowns
We be trappin' out them pounds
Ayy
Let's get it
If we talkin' about money
Then I'm in it
Wake up in the morning
I got to go get it
My niggas got clips
Shoot shit Cole Bennett
I can take your bitch
Give her back when I'm finish
I can be broke
Get rich next minute
Them niggas be hatin'
Cause the beat I kill it
Them niggas be fakin'
You can tell I'm more realer
In love with my skrilla
I be ballin' like Krillen
High like the ceiling
Bitch Finesse in the building
Pull my dick out the Gilman's
Kaeperknick how she kneeling
Be choking and swallowing children
Get to tweakin' and shit
Thinkin' she my bitch
But this ain't that
Bitches be shiesty
Dyke how I'm strapped
Keep glizzy in my lap
With a stick in that
And a beam attached
You niggas can't rap
All I'm hearing is cap
You ain't never did that
Going ku on the beat
And I'm spitting straight facts
My dick she gone eat
While I roll up some gas
Flick my bic
I be higher than giraffe
I face shit so no I can't pass
Smoke to the roach
Then I leave it in the ash
One hand hold her hair
And the other on her ass
Bad little bitch had to break in her back
Know I stay in the trap
Stay with a stack
Don't do the yapping
And don't do the scrapping
If you want some smoke
Then we gone match it
Turn em to past tense
Leave his ass ashes
Ayy
Let's get it
Let's get it
My niggas be with it
No talkin
Pistol sparking
Big dog gone bite
No barking
Stop playing gmg
I'm the sergeant
My soldiers be marchin'
223 aim at the target
New whip double park it
I'm rippin' and runnin'
Got to get to this money
If he tweakin' or some
Give em 3 to the stomach
Now he gasping for air
His body left there
Nah we ain't playing for fair
We sliding he scared
Leave slugs in his head
Yea yea
We on that for real
It's going down like a hill
Yea yea
Niggas trying to run it up with me
They pulled they hamstring
Guess they can't run with me
In that new thing it's a hemi
Push the pedal to the floor
If 12 try to get near me
Foe' nem' be slidin'
they toting that semi
Best believe gang
will get you super sitchy
Sitchy
Sitchy
Bitch
Gang in this bitch
Ayy
Ridin' through my town
Posted in the Cal'
You niggas be foulin'
Yal ballin' out of bounds
Yal niggas some clowns
We be trappin' out them pounds
Ayy
Let's get it
If we talkin' about money
Then I'm in it
Wake up in the morning
I got to go get it
My niggas got clips
Shoot shit Cole Bennett
I can take your bitch
Give her back when I'm finish
I can be broke
Get rich next minute
Them niggas be hatin'
Cause the beat I kill it
Them niggas be fakin'
You can tell I'm more realer
In love with my skrilla
I be ballin' like Krillen
High like the ceiling
Bitch Finesse in the building
Pull my dick out the Gilman's
Kaeperknick how she kneeling
Be choking and swallowing children
Get to tweakin' and shit
Thinkin' she my bitch
But this ain't that
Bitches be shiesty
Dyke how I'm strapped
Keep glizzy in my lap
With a stick in that
And a beam attached
You niggas can't rap
All I'm hearing is cap
You ain't never did that
Going ku on the beat
And I'm spitting straight facts
My dick she gone eat
While I roll up some gas
Flick my bic
I be higher than giraffe
I face shit so no I can't pass
Smoke to the roach
Then I leave it in the ash
One hand hold her hair
And the other on her ass
Bad little bitch had to break in her back
Know I stay in the trap
Stay with a stack
Don't do the yapping
And don't do the scrapping
If you want some smoke
Then we gone match it
Turn em to past tense
Leave his ass ashes
Ayy
Let's get it
Let's get it
My niggas be with it
No talkin
Pistol sparking
Big dog gone bite
No barking
Stop playing gmg
I'm the sergeant
My soldiers be marchin'
223 aim at the target
New whip double park it
I'm rippin' and runnin'
Got to get to this money
If he tweakin' or some
Give em 3 to the stomach
Now he gasping for air
His body left there
Nah we ain't playing for fair
We sliding he scared
Leave slugs in his head
Yea yea
We on that for real
It's going down like a hill
Yea yea
Niggas trying to run it up with me
They pulled they hamstring
Guess they can't run with me
In that new thing it's a hemi
Push the pedal to the floor
If 12 try to get near me
Foe' nem' be slidin'
they toting that semi
Best believe gang
will get you super sitchy
Sitchy
Sitchy
Bitch
Gang in this bitch
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Writer(s): Joshua Harvey
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