Get It
Always had a dream I would whip that Benz
She know scrubs, I'm not them
Told her come over she came with a friend
Bitch I'm only Nineteen let the story begin
I came with a stick got a glock with a dick, I might fuck on your sister
Know her boy friend a lick
So she fucking with me she came home and you kissed her
Put a bag on your head they gon' get it
I'm in first from the start to the finish
Bitch I feel like I'm Rodman you Pippin
I fuck on your bitch in the kitchen I'm whipping
Ducking the jakes I been dodging the system
That bitch wanna talk but she never gon' listen
Came through the cut with that mofuckin Smiffin
I see it I want it you know I'm gon' get it
Yeah you know Imma get it
Buckle my jacket Alyx Imma click it
Porsche 911 that frog Imma ribbit
You niggas be rapping bout shit that I'm living
Pocket fat, Rick Ross
Feel like a dentist the way that I floss
Smell like I'm Hugo, I feel like a boss
Came in with a Hublot you shopping at Ross yeah
Red dot, give a fuck bout a vest issa head shot
Finna fuck on your bitch make her bed rock
These balencis brand new these is dead stock
Yo bitch call me big papi she see how I'm rocking I ball like the mofuckin Red Sox
Put them goons on yo ass and they lookin for cash let of shots
Make the mofuckin feds hot like yeah
So I'm gon' bool out
But I got that tool out
Bitch I hop in that Bentley Bentayga just give me the call I'mma zoom out
Bitch you smoking that reggie pack all of the pack over here just be too loud
Feel like Stephen no Curry, I came with a thirty nigga it's a shoot out yeah
Put a bag on your head they gon' get it
I'm in first from the start to the finish
Bitch I feel like I'm Rodman you Pippin
I fuck on your bitch in the kitchen I'm whipping
Ducking the jakes I been dodging the system
That bitch wanna talk but she never gon' listen
Came through the cut with that mofuckin Smiffin
I see it I want it you know I'm gon' get it
I seen people change
Seen niggas try to slide on me
But it's like how the fuck you my brother if you not gon' ride for me
How the fuck you smile in my face, then you dick riding me
I look up it feel like my mama only one guiding me
Lil bitch I'm heartless
See it want it I'mma get it regardless
Pocket rocket I'mma bust at a martian
Painted on her face I feel like an artist
And then I disappear a nigga departed
Smoking gelato no cookie, I bet like a bookie, I'm gone off the gas I'm retarded
They don't know bout that Dolce Gabbana
They don't know about that Dover Street Market
They don't know about the pain that we been through
I pop a bean eat it up like a sensu
She a thottie all the niggas she been through
Talking hot, gon' leave you with a chipped tooth
Yeah, but its all the same to me
Just cause all of the niggas be lame to me
I looked out for these niggas stop blaming me, yea
Put a bag on your head they gon' get it
I'm in first from the start to the finish
Bitch I feel like I'm Rodman you Pippin
I fuck on your bitch in the kitchen I'm whipping
Ducking the jakes I been dodging the system
That bitch wanna talk but she never gon' listen
Came through the cut with that mofuckin Smiffin
I see it I want it you know I'm gon' get it
She know scrubs, I'm not them
Told her come over she came with a friend
Bitch I'm only Nineteen let the story begin
I came with a stick got a glock with a dick, I might fuck on your sister
Know her boy friend a lick
So she fucking with me she came home and you kissed her
Put a bag on your head they gon' get it
I'm in first from the start to the finish
Bitch I feel like I'm Rodman you Pippin
I fuck on your bitch in the kitchen I'm whipping
Ducking the jakes I been dodging the system
That bitch wanna talk but she never gon' listen
Came through the cut with that mofuckin Smiffin
I see it I want it you know I'm gon' get it
Yeah you know Imma get it
Buckle my jacket Alyx Imma click it
Porsche 911 that frog Imma ribbit
You niggas be rapping bout shit that I'm living
Pocket fat, Rick Ross
Feel like a dentist the way that I floss
Smell like I'm Hugo, I feel like a boss
Came in with a Hublot you shopping at Ross yeah
Red dot, give a fuck bout a vest issa head shot
Finna fuck on your bitch make her bed rock
These balencis brand new these is dead stock
Yo bitch call me big papi she see how I'm rocking I ball like the mofuckin Red Sox
Put them goons on yo ass and they lookin for cash let of shots
Make the mofuckin feds hot like yeah
So I'm gon' bool out
But I got that tool out
Bitch I hop in that Bentley Bentayga just give me the call I'mma zoom out
Bitch you smoking that reggie pack all of the pack over here just be too loud
Feel like Stephen no Curry, I came with a thirty nigga it's a shoot out yeah
Put a bag on your head they gon' get it
I'm in first from the start to the finish
Bitch I feel like I'm Rodman you Pippin
I fuck on your bitch in the kitchen I'm whipping
Ducking the jakes I been dodging the system
That bitch wanna talk but she never gon' listen
Came through the cut with that mofuckin Smiffin
I see it I want it you know I'm gon' get it
I seen people change
Seen niggas try to slide on me
But it's like how the fuck you my brother if you not gon' ride for me
How the fuck you smile in my face, then you dick riding me
I look up it feel like my mama only one guiding me
Lil bitch I'm heartless
See it want it I'mma get it regardless
Pocket rocket I'mma bust at a martian
Painted on her face I feel like an artist
And then I disappear a nigga departed
Smoking gelato no cookie, I bet like a bookie, I'm gone off the gas I'm retarded
They don't know bout that Dolce Gabbana
They don't know about that Dover Street Market
They don't know about the pain that we been through
I pop a bean eat it up like a sensu
She a thottie all the niggas she been through
Talking hot, gon' leave you with a chipped tooth
Yeah, but its all the same to me
Just cause all of the niggas be lame to me
I looked out for these niggas stop blaming me, yea
Put a bag on your head they gon' get it
I'm in first from the start to the finish
Bitch I feel like I'm Rodman you Pippin
I fuck on your bitch in the kitchen I'm whipping
Ducking the jakes I been dodging the system
That bitch wanna talk but she never gon' listen
Came through the cut with that mofuckin Smiffin
I see it I want it you know I'm gon' get it
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Writer(s): Erick Garofolo
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