Gotta Get It

Nigga, scuff me nigga
Fight for dog everything out here
Ain't no fuck, nobody give a nigga shit out here
I sold my soul to the devil

Twice was cheap
It's cold but it's not
It's twice as deep
Fuck real

It's 2 o'clock, it's about to hit the street
Nigga, scuff me nigga
So I knock off this ride
Fight for dog everything out here

Sometimes it's like that's the only reason why I hustle
Step on toe, strong arm, and short little muscle
Ain't no real dope
That's why a nigga feel so frustrated

I hate it to see bitch niggas that made it
And I'm robbing niggas just as broke as myself
Fuckin' with queens
Ain't too good with poor niggas' help

That's the wealth
Ain't no new girl on it
I gots to make my round
I do whatever for the dollar, fucker

Ain't no way I'm trying to give a nigga's seat
I got to get it
All night I do good yeah
Get it, nigga

I got to get it
I got a copy, got to chop it, got to flip it
Know I'm blockin' that Rocky in the village
I'm sellin' Zip Z to hit in these lips

Ain't nobody off it, you gonna see, holler at me
I got a copy, got a chop it, got to flip it
Know I'm a blockin' that Rocky in the village
I'm writin' raps either flippin' his crack or real niggas

Where the fuck is you at
That's your nigga, I got to get it
Cold in the snow with a stove in my belt
Nobody lookin' out for me, I'm watchin' out for myself

Gettin' wealth is my main goal, not slackin', just stackin' dough
Gotta get it, flip it, get more, cause for this block I'm too old
Reachin' out my hands for help, nobody gave me support
Pullin' all nighters, fallin' asleep on my nigga Trey Batey's porch

With a sack in my pocket, force the rock to rock me
Gotta get this guru off me with a crack head down his
Niggas blitzed by crack heads, I crack heads with my voters
Tryin' to get that tuna colder so I can stack up them overs

I gotta get me some soldiers that'll post up for days
Lookin' like Samoans, so I just keep on feedin' on flame
And let the path that I pave be the path that they follow
Tryin' to get it on today cause I ain't promised tomorrow

And when that boy ride by, knowin' his whip is the sickest
Put yourself in his mind frame, nigga, I got to get it
I got a copy, got a chop it, got to flip it
Yo, I'm a blockin' that rockin' and fittin'

I'm sellin' zips, either hittin' these licks
Ain't nobody out here givin' me shit, holla at me
I got a copy, got a chop it, got to flip it
Yo, I'm a blockin' that rockin' and fittin'

Ridin' these raps, either flippin' these cracks
My real niggas, motherfuckers, you wack
That's your nigga, I got to get it
I hit the streets, the tweets love me to death

And I'ma grind until the day I get some slugs in my chest
And I'ma rep my whole set, and I'ma sell my little worth
If I ever get knocked, I go to jail for what it's worth
Never tell your deepest secrets, keep it tough on the low

If you ain't break it, you know better than what you fuckin' up for
Niggas kill me, hatin' on my P.I. game
I put a bullet in your frame, make your insides change
I live my life in the fast lane, strugglin', nigga

I'm a miller, movin' that hard cane, hustlin', nigga
I'ma block the livers, then half-raise me, crazy for real
I still roll with all the legends from the 80s who killed
Niggas scared to pull the trigger, don't even say that you will

This ain't Portland, mothafucka, I really play, he for real
I do whatever for that cheddar as long as it add up
I got my gun and my glove, now I'm ready to make it
I gotta get it

I gotta cop it, gotta chop it, gotta flip it
Yo, I'ma block it, and that rock it, and it fit it
I'm sellin' zips, either hittin' these licks
Ain't nobody out here givin' me shit, holla at me

I gotta cop it, gotta chop it, gotta flip it
Yo, I'ma block it, and that rock it, and it fit it
I'm writin' these raps, either flippin' these cracks
All my real niggas, mothafucka, ain't got a care

Now ya'll know that the care
Ridin' every true hustla, gotta respect it
Doin' hard, try to get it in before my connect quit
Ho salted long, hour hoes feelin' neglected

If a nigga was broke, how many would I be left with
Kenny Gome, Nyola Og, or the clique
But what the fuck is a Og without OG chips
I gotta get it

Pushin' up on my 30th summer, my nigga did it
So I'm tryna put up similar numbers
Sit in a spot with a runner, 15 year-old gunna
Couple of my hoes buckled down and hustled

Niggas hate, but that's cause they ain't got no pay
By takin' food up off my plate
But that's the quickest way to get your ass found in the lake
Feet tied to a boulder, get that dirt off my shoulder

Hustled back when I was young and learned the game cause I got older
I'm a M&L soldier for the vet, Clayola
I gotta get it
I gotta cop it, gotta chop it, gotta flip it

You know I'm a blocker and that rocker in the video
I'm sellin' zips either hittin' his licks
I ain't givin' you shit, holler at me
I gotta get it

I gotta flip it
You know I'm a blocker and that rocker in the video
I gotta cop it, gotta chop it, gotta flip it
You know I'm a blocker and that rocker in the video

I'm sellin' zips either hittin' his licks
I gotta cop it, gotta chop it, gotta flip it
You know I'm a blocker and that rocker in the video
I gotta cop it, gotta chop it, gotta flip it

You know I'm a blocker and that rocker in the video
I gotta cop it, gotta chop it, gotta flip it