Go & Get It
See greedy told me take it
They ain't gone put it in yo hand
I was taught to get it talking anyway i can
See greedy told me take it ain't gone put shit in yo hand
See this for all the times i was locked down in a
Ay
Ay
Ay
See i was taught to get it talkin' anyway i can
(Yes)
See greedy told me take it ain't gone put shit in yo hand
See this for all the time
When i was locked down in the can
Real cut throat will turn a boy into a man
Ay
(To a man nigga)
Thinking bout my family shit i'm goin hard for them
I'm tryna get this cheese
I need to stick up to the plan
(To the plan nigga)
I'm tryna make 100
Out this punk ass lil gram
I don't click with pussy niggas
You could never ever be friends
Gangland baby while them suckas all pretend
(Pussy)
You be talkin bout the funk
Bitch i'm tryna get it in
David Blane with the magic
Make ya ass disappear
Paranoid so i always keep my eyes to the rear
Them niggas pussy
In my heart ain't no boy ain't no fear
Let me make it real simple
Talkin' real loud and clear
I'm the boogyman bitch
And all them niggas be weird
You probably taking pictures
Of a lil bitch with a beard
See if i said it then i meant it
Bet the goons gone respect it
Ay i'm plugged lil bitch
And you got disconnected
Keep a pole on me nigga
Cuz these streets they get hectic
Stop fuckin with that bitch
Cuz that ho she be messy
(Lil hoe)
I was taught to get it talkin anyway i can
Greedy told me take it
Ain't gone put shit in yo hand
I was taught to get it talking anyway i can
Said greedy told me take it
Ain't gone put shit in yo hand nigga
Ain't gone put shit up in yo hand
And that's a fact
I don't fuck with most these niggas
I don't like just how they act
Have you ever lost something
But cha can't get it back
Probably reason why to me
The second home called the trap
(Aghhh)
Remember posted with my brother
Oh yea we clip packs
Remember fuckin on up
Oh yea still bounced back
Try to make me hear yo shit
But yea that shit was wack
Never fuck with most these rappers
Cuz yea them niggas trash
Call my brother toolie
Make us put chu in a bag
See is grinding perfect timing
In the gutta is where you'll find me
On my right hand it say grimy
I'm a product of the night
If them suckas want my head
Then tell them pussies come and find me
(Aye)
I'm always in the field lil bitch i'm never hiding
My babymomma hate it
Said i'm in love with the sliding
Said my babymomma hate it
Said i'm in love with the sliding
My babymomma hate it
Said i'm in love with the sliding bitch
They ain't gone put it in yo hand
I was taught to get it talking anyway i can
See greedy told me take it ain't gone put shit in yo hand
See this for all the times i was locked down in a
Ay
Ay
Ay
See i was taught to get it talkin' anyway i can
(Yes)
See greedy told me take it ain't gone put shit in yo hand
See this for all the time
When i was locked down in the can
Real cut throat will turn a boy into a man
Ay
(To a man nigga)
Thinking bout my family shit i'm goin hard for them
I'm tryna get this cheese
I need to stick up to the plan
(To the plan nigga)
I'm tryna make 100
Out this punk ass lil gram
I don't click with pussy niggas
You could never ever be friends
Gangland baby while them suckas all pretend
(Pussy)
You be talkin bout the funk
Bitch i'm tryna get it in
David Blane with the magic
Make ya ass disappear
Paranoid so i always keep my eyes to the rear
Them niggas pussy
In my heart ain't no boy ain't no fear
Let me make it real simple
Talkin' real loud and clear
I'm the boogyman bitch
And all them niggas be weird
You probably taking pictures
Of a lil bitch with a beard
See if i said it then i meant it
Bet the goons gone respect it
Ay i'm plugged lil bitch
And you got disconnected
Keep a pole on me nigga
Cuz these streets they get hectic
Stop fuckin with that bitch
Cuz that ho she be messy
(Lil hoe)
I was taught to get it talkin anyway i can
Greedy told me take it
Ain't gone put shit in yo hand
I was taught to get it talking anyway i can
Said greedy told me take it
Ain't gone put shit in yo hand nigga
Ain't gone put shit up in yo hand
And that's a fact
I don't fuck with most these niggas
I don't like just how they act
Have you ever lost something
But cha can't get it back
Probably reason why to me
The second home called the trap
(Aghhh)
Remember posted with my brother
Oh yea we clip packs
Remember fuckin on up
Oh yea still bounced back
Try to make me hear yo shit
But yea that shit was wack
Never fuck with most these rappers
Cuz yea them niggas trash
Call my brother toolie
Make us put chu in a bag
See is grinding perfect timing
In the gutta is where you'll find me
On my right hand it say grimy
I'm a product of the night
If them suckas want my head
Then tell them pussies come and find me
(Aye)
I'm always in the field lil bitch i'm never hiding
My babymomma hate it
Said i'm in love with the sliding
Said my babymomma hate it
Said i'm in love with the sliding
My babymomma hate it
Said i'm in love with the sliding bitch
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Writer(s): Jacob Allen
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