I Got It
I told you man gimme the blammy bruh
And I'll I'll pop it from here tho
Anyone can hunt an animal with a rifle
This takes a little bit of courage
And a little bit of skill
Yea I aint got no skill I got courage
But I aint got no skill
I never ran up on a wild hog before
Hold on bruh
Nope
Got dam shit getting crazy tho
Brody just picked up a crazy flow
Nigga I just dropped off a crazy hoe
Her nigga check up
But she act like she don't want him no more
Brody need three bo's triple P not a loan
Quarter roll of double fours
Think that we playing bones
Its sick she at my head
I want to be left alone
I was running to a check
And it was running to more
I just locked in with the gang
Called a face card
Its off white
Jogging fit I aint mean hard
Yea right
You aint up nor sustaining
It look good but it don't move
Its a painting
Her titties big but they too stiff
Something missing
She a coke bottle
But the ice melted in it cause it aint hitting
Niggas really out here tripping
And they aint winning
Real shit nigga be yourself and start chilling
Bitches say I'm doing too much
I put the money on the floor
For all my niggas to touch
I told the gang I got it
Gone head put your money up
Gang gang I got it
Gone head put your money up
And if I say its on the floor
Then fuck with me put yo money up
Yea and if I say its on the floor
Then fuck with me
Yea nigga vere two
Back on bitches
I could be a band
I play it like I'm up a million
Before I bought a house
Then me and Brody bought a building
Throw a party in it
In the loft up there chilling
Fall off on the plane
I'm drunk as fuck and trying to play it
I'm bout to spark this little blunt
Cabana out in Vegas
She told I'm a vibe
I told her hers a little better
Ooo I'm a float up in this bitch
Like a feather
Real Fenkell nigga all day
Still for whatever
I was vibing with my killers
Really could've been sheltered
A nigga blowing bottles
And the bag aint even Gucci
Im red like the loubs
But the belt usually Louie
And chivalry aint dead
No disrespect to get the coochie
I'm a pull up ready play it
I'm the fucking groupie
Ask her where her friends
I might let them run through me
If she fine I'll take a shot
Can't just be out here shooting
I told the gang I got it
Gone head put your money up
Gang gang I got it
Gone head put your money up
And if I say its on the floor
Then fuck with me put yo money up
Yea and if I say its on the floor
Then fuck with me
And I'll I'll pop it from here tho
Anyone can hunt an animal with a rifle
This takes a little bit of courage
And a little bit of skill
Yea I aint got no skill I got courage
But I aint got no skill
I never ran up on a wild hog before
Hold on bruh
Nope
Got dam shit getting crazy tho
Brody just picked up a crazy flow
Nigga I just dropped off a crazy hoe
Her nigga check up
But she act like she don't want him no more
Brody need three bo's triple P not a loan
Quarter roll of double fours
Think that we playing bones
Its sick she at my head
I want to be left alone
I was running to a check
And it was running to more
I just locked in with the gang
Called a face card
Its off white
Jogging fit I aint mean hard
Yea right
You aint up nor sustaining
It look good but it don't move
Its a painting
Her titties big but they too stiff
Something missing
She a coke bottle
But the ice melted in it cause it aint hitting
Niggas really out here tripping
And they aint winning
Real shit nigga be yourself and start chilling
Bitches say I'm doing too much
I put the money on the floor
For all my niggas to touch
I told the gang I got it
Gone head put your money up
Gang gang I got it
Gone head put your money up
And if I say its on the floor
Then fuck with me put yo money up
Yea and if I say its on the floor
Then fuck with me
Yea nigga vere two
Back on bitches
I could be a band
I play it like I'm up a million
Before I bought a house
Then me and Brody bought a building
Throw a party in it
In the loft up there chilling
Fall off on the plane
I'm drunk as fuck and trying to play it
I'm bout to spark this little blunt
Cabana out in Vegas
She told I'm a vibe
I told her hers a little better
Ooo I'm a float up in this bitch
Like a feather
Real Fenkell nigga all day
Still for whatever
I was vibing with my killers
Really could've been sheltered
A nigga blowing bottles
And the bag aint even Gucci
Im red like the loubs
But the belt usually Louie
And chivalry aint dead
No disrespect to get the coochie
I'm a pull up ready play it
I'm the fucking groupie
Ask her where her friends
I might let them run through me
If she fine I'll take a shot
Can't just be out here shooting
I told the gang I got it
Gone head put your money up
Gang gang I got it
Gone head put your money up
And if I say its on the floor
Then fuck with me put yo money up
Yea and if I say its on the floor
Then fuck with me
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Writer(s): Thurston Simpson
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