Let's Get It (Remix) [feat. 21 Savage]
Ayo, Ran, run that up
Yeah, we piped up, whole gang blicked
Two tone, fuck it (huh)
Rude flow, penthouse, roof floor
Schooled a bitch, Ju-Co
He popped his gun, he juiced up
I don't even smoke, but if I did my blunt be too stuffed
Fuck it, I won't buss it, I'ma pull out (yeah)
Got two sticks inside the couch and it's a pull-out
Yeah, I'm on my gang shit, whole gang bang shit
Whole thang gang shit, in a Benz I'm tryna lane switch
Shootin' shit (yeah)
Still free Lil John, and who he rolled with
If he silent, just know I'll whack him, just be on cool shit
I got this fully automatic, you can't run through the back street
Straight up out that (yeah, yeah)
Everybody got a blick and they with it, hell yeah
Shawty give me egg head, shawty, give mе dumb head
Lil' bro on them perks and he gone chew it just like gum, yeah
Free Lil' Deek out the can, know he going dumb, yeah
She gone charge you for that pussy, I ain't tripping you a bum, yeah
Stick with a drum yeah, hole in one, hole in head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Whoa, whoa, blick it, fuck that, stick it (21)
Knock him out his britches (oussy)
Switchy on my glizzy (pussy)
Drum hold 50 (pussy)
Tryna stuff all my opps in this damn swishy (pussy)
You must ain't heard the rundown, Savage get your ass gunned down (21)
Central drive to G-block, I done heard 'bout every gun sound
You know when that stick go off
It's different, you can feel it in the ground (pow, pow, pow)
You know if you chose that side it's over with, you can't never come around (pussy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (21), I'm 'bout my dollar (21)
Really up a dub, but I lace your bitch in Prada (on God)
Put her in a Benz, take her out of that Impala (21)
And I'm pushing ski, lil' bitch, I'm player, pop my collar (yessirski)
Your baby daddy don't want no problem (facts)
He know I'm big 4L, we known for making niggas holler (on God)
I rock Christian Dior, that nigga walk 'round in Zara (21)
They stepped on, they stepsons, I treat opps like toddlers (pussy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Yeah, we piped up, whole gang blicked
Two tone, fuck it (huh)
Rude flow, penthouse, roof floor
Schooled a bitch, Ju-Co
He popped his gun, he juiced up
I don't even smoke, but if I did my blunt be too stuffed
Fuck it, I won't buss it, I'ma pull out (yeah)
Got two sticks inside the couch and it's a pull-out
Yeah, I'm on my gang shit, whole gang bang shit
Whole thang gang shit, in a Benz I'm tryna lane switch
Shootin' shit (yeah)
Still free Lil John, and who he rolled with
If he silent, just know I'll whack him, just be on cool shit
I got this fully automatic, you can't run through the back street
Straight up out that (yeah, yeah)
Everybody got a blick and they with it, hell yeah
Shawty give me egg head, shawty, give mе dumb head
Lil' bro on them perks and he gone chew it just like gum, yeah
Free Lil' Deek out the can, know he going dumb, yeah
She gone charge you for that pussy, I ain't tripping you a bum, yeah
Stick with a drum yeah, hole in one, hole in head
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Whoa, whoa, blick it, fuck that, stick it (21)
Knock him out his britches (oussy)
Switchy on my glizzy (pussy)
Drum hold 50 (pussy)
Tryna stuff all my opps in this damn swishy (pussy)
You must ain't heard the rundown, Savage get your ass gunned down (21)
Central drive to G-block, I done heard 'bout every gun sound
You know when that stick go off
It's different, you can feel it in the ground (pow, pow, pow)
You know if you chose that side it's over with, you can't never come around (pussy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (21), I'm 'bout my dollar (21)
Really up a dub, but I lace your bitch in Prada (on God)
Put her in a Benz, take her out of that Impala (21)
And I'm pushing ski, lil' bitch, I'm player, pop my collar (yessirski)
Your baby daddy don't want no problem (facts)
He know I'm big 4L, we known for making niggas holler (on God)
I rock Christian Dior, that nigga walk 'round in Zara (21)
They stepped on, they stepsons, I treat opps like toddlers (pussy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it
Credits
Writer(s): Sheyaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Randy De Boer, Scott M. Slider, Dante Guzzi, Ibrahim Muhammad Dodo
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