I Got It
It's ya boy nigga, Don mothafucking GG
South East Elite, you know how we do it nigga
I got the best dope, ask the mayor he knows
I came up faster, then that white boy you see in blow
I gots that clear shit, whiter than the fucking snow
Holla at ya boy nigga, if you want a kilo
Girls like me, cause a nigga spicey
They be all up on a nigga even though I'm not icy
I keeps a bitch happy, walking like a smiley
I fuck 'em till they drop nigg and that's why they like me
I get the best head swallow freaks everywhere
Teabaggin bitches that'll deepthroat u anywhere
They let a nigga hit it, even when their mama there
Front, back, flip 'em up, thug banging on the stairs
I love girls with money, superfly world models
Caramel sweet, I call 'em bedrocka mama's nigga
Bomb ass pussy and million-dollar coochies
Pro limbo bitches and Kamasutra hoochies
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
We moving bricks, in every mothafucking city nigga
I live that hard knock life, but I ain't jigga nigga
My hoes rock fellas and leave these mothafuckaz flat
Pussy mothafuckaz always get caught up in cat
I'm a shark in the ocean moving coast to coast
And everywhere a nigga go, I'm oh so dope
I'm hungry as fuck and haven't had a meal in months
Yeah, where the fuck my dawgs at? Let go get that lunch
Shotta niggaz, shotta living, you don't wanna get killed
Fuck with us and get shot up and have your fucking blood spilled
Watch your fucking mouth cuzz and don't fucking slip
Cause when that day come, I'll blow your head off kid
You hear 'em rapping about how they got the blocks on lock
While 99% don't even own a fucking Glock
What the fuck is up, why they trying to be like us nigga
But you'll never see a pussy mothafucka with the boss
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got Iitboy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
The blocks hot, who bossed shots? Me? Nah
Who wanna know, what you working with the popo
Y'all snitching mothafuckaz working with the cops
I send y'all to y'all dome with a 4 5 blow
I'm sick in the head, I'm the block veteran
Give me everything you got, it's the money or the lead
I don't give a fuck, tell me what u want?
It's up to you nigga, you can call the shots
I'm macking in my hood, where I'm from we smocking bud
Nobody giving nothing, while I wish a nigga would
I gots that coochie in my mothafucking hood on lock
I like the legs thick, ass phat, super back
Vicious like a tiger, betta know how to work a mac
Every bitch I fuck with got to be bad
Cause I bang on the pussy till the mothafucka red
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
South East Elite, you know how we do it nigga
I got the best dope, ask the mayor he knows
I came up faster, then that white boy you see in blow
I gots that clear shit, whiter than the fucking snow
Holla at ya boy nigga, if you want a kilo
Girls like me, cause a nigga spicey
They be all up on a nigga even though I'm not icy
I keeps a bitch happy, walking like a smiley
I fuck 'em till they drop nigg and that's why they like me
I get the best head swallow freaks everywhere
Teabaggin bitches that'll deepthroat u anywhere
They let a nigga hit it, even when their mama there
Front, back, flip 'em up, thug banging on the stairs
I love girls with money, superfly world models
Caramel sweet, I call 'em bedrocka mama's nigga
Bomb ass pussy and million-dollar coochies
Pro limbo bitches and Kamasutra hoochies
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
We moving bricks, in every mothafucking city nigga
I live that hard knock life, but I ain't jigga nigga
My hoes rock fellas and leave these mothafuckaz flat
Pussy mothafuckaz always get caught up in cat
I'm a shark in the ocean moving coast to coast
And everywhere a nigga go, I'm oh so dope
I'm hungry as fuck and haven't had a meal in months
Yeah, where the fuck my dawgs at? Let go get that lunch
Shotta niggaz, shotta living, you don't wanna get killed
Fuck with us and get shot up and have your fucking blood spilled
Watch your fucking mouth cuzz and don't fucking slip
Cause when that day come, I'll blow your head off kid
You hear 'em rapping about how they got the blocks on lock
While 99% don't even own a fucking Glock
What the fuck is up, why they trying to be like us nigga
But you'll never see a pussy mothafucka with the boss
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got Iitboy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
The blocks hot, who bossed shots? Me? Nah
Who wanna know, what you working with the popo
Y'all snitching mothafuckaz working with the cops
I send y'all to y'all dome with a 4 5 blow
I'm sick in the head, I'm the block veteran
Give me everything you got, it's the money or the lead
I don't give a fuck, tell me what u want?
It's up to you nigga, you can call the shots
I'm macking in my hood, where I'm from we smocking bud
Nobody giving nothing, while I wish a nigga would
I gots that coochie in my mothafucking hood on lock
I like the legs thick, ass phat, super back
Vicious like a tiger, betta know how to work a mac
Every bitch I fuck with got to be bad
Cause I bang on the pussy till the mothafucka red
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the dope, when it comes to the do
When it comes to the dro, when it comes to the hoes
When it comes to the flow, when it comes to the show
Mann, I got it boy
When it comes to the weed, when it comes to the speed
When it comes to the beats, when it comes to the street
When it comes to the cream, when it comes to the keys
Mann, I got it boy
Credits
Writer(s): Gino G N Felter
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