Get It, Get It

Got 'em on they heels, they can't figure me out
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tired of seein' me winning, gettin' sick of me now
Oh no-o-o-o
I'ma get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, ooh
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, ooh, get it

Ayy, baby, I'ma swish (I'ma swish)
Ayy, swish to the rim, they all back row
Only time I'm comin' to respect (To respect)
It's why I'm back in my way to this (Ayy ayy)
I don't want no pass, I don't want nothin' to spill with
Put the team on my haters, be warned like anyone plus nineteen
Watch my moves, watch my scenes in a cartoon (Ayy)
You could be but you still won't be me (Still won't, ayy
Got 'em on they heels, they can't figure me out
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tired of seein' me winning, gettin' sick of me now
Oh no-o-o-o
I'ma get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, ooh
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, ooh, get it

I'ma get it
Momma told me "Get it", Daddy quit it, I'm tryna forget it
All about my business, let me finish like I track attendance
Where were you when I was down
And out with a million things that I fear
Bet they all see us shinin' now and they wish that they could be here
Uh, they want a piece of the pie
Mm-mm, look me in the eyes
Eyes, I'm flexin', I'm flexin', oh yeah, yeah
I'ma keep goin', keep goin' up

Got 'em on they heels, they can't figure me out (Ooh yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (They can't figure me out)
Tired of seein' me winning, gettin' sick of me now
Oh no-o-o-o (Got 'em sick of me, sick of me, got 'em sick of me now)
I'ma get it, get it (Uh), get it (Uh), get it (Hey hey)
Get it (Yeah, hey), get it, get it (I'ma get it), ooh
Get it, get it, get it (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah), get it (Baby)
Get it, get it, get it (Oh yeah, babe), ooh, get it



Credits
Writer(s): Derek L. Johnson, Mario Thomas Douglas, Bria Bradford Johnson, Byron Juane Grisson, Benjamin Quovadis Stokes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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