Go Get It (D Flow)

Hit the gas station clerk knowing what I'm gettin'
Pour bout' 2-4 lines Aunt Jemima what I'm sippin'
If you sittin' on your ass all day you big tripping
Hit Yummy Bowl to see my best friend, know I'm tippin'
Everybody round me working, ain't no acting or pretending
Keep a lace on your hip, you better use that extension
Never know when something might happen, niggas really out here tripping
Different colored dot sights, I ain't talking bout' no dippin'

Ear ice cream cold, shit cost a light ticket
Give me a beat walk shit down, might just sick it
I want my momma in a big house, nigga with the fences
I get that big boy check, she the 1st to see the digits
I need VVS white gold, big ass pendant
It's just something in me saying, "Nigga you better go get it"
I was just in middle school, big stupid ass dickies
Still was fresh as fuck with the new jays, shit I miss it

Aye, I got off my ass I ain't never been a bum
These niggas really lame only worried bout gun
It's plenty money in the world, nigga go get u some
Worried bout' another nigga shit gay, you a cunt
I only hang with real niggas, niggas out here pulling stunts
Kick Buttowski in the whip, doing the dash just for lunch
Bought my li bit something too, after that I'm tryin to hunch
Niggas want but cant have, shit already locked

I ain't sippin' on no beer, I mix the drank with the Wock
I ain't sippin' on no beer, only pints pop the top
A nigga play with 1100, he get snap, crackle, popped
Tulones drip im coppin shit, soon as they drop
Shit in me not on me, niggas told you to stop
Niggas 5+7, yea they real deal cops
Niggas 5+7, yea they real deal opps
I need that Gen 5 .45, real deal glock
I need that .45, uh, the crossover
It's tucked in my draws, fuck a narc holster
It's tucked in my draws, fuck that its a dark toaster



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Writer(s): Alanza Upshaw Jr
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