Get Stuck
I'ma get rich or die trying
Nowadays, I don't got shit inside my pockets
I ain't tryna hit the mall, fuck window shopping
Bitch, I'm busy
Fuck you and your co-signing
You worried bout unemployment
I'm tryna switch tax brackets
You type trash, step up and get your skull compacted
My head's attached, yours, I think I'll Glad bag it
Vacuum sealed, you reek of shit you failed backing
If I pass you a blunt, don't fuck it up
If so, you better cashapp a dub or get stuck
I'm tired of these sus boys lipping shit up
I'ma start bringing Kools out, we ain't smoking up
I'ma get rich or die trying
Nowadays, I don't got shit inside my pockets
I ain't tryna hit the mall, fuck window shopping
Bitch, I'm busy
Fuck you and your co-signing
Fuck a plaque, I'd rather get paid in advance
The RIAA could suck my dick and twist both hands
Fuck some cash, I'm after your legs and your hands
I'm expensive, like you bought your bitch some ass implants, yeah
Boy, like BOS, my mind's diseased
I been too fucked up worrying to sleep
I'd be better off unable to breathe
But the pain's worth inverting knees
Boy, like BOS, my mind's diseased
I been too fucked up worrying to sleep
I'd be better off unable to breathe
But the pain's worth inverting knees
Nowadays, I don't got shit inside my pockets
I ain't tryna hit the mall, fuck window shopping
Bitch, I'm busy
Fuck you and your co-signing
You worried bout unemployment
I'm tryna switch tax brackets
You type trash, step up and get your skull compacted
My head's attached, yours, I think I'll Glad bag it
Vacuum sealed, you reek of shit you failed backing
If I pass you a blunt, don't fuck it up
If so, you better cashapp a dub or get stuck
I'm tired of these sus boys lipping shit up
I'ma start bringing Kools out, we ain't smoking up
I'ma get rich or die trying
Nowadays, I don't got shit inside my pockets
I ain't tryna hit the mall, fuck window shopping
Bitch, I'm busy
Fuck you and your co-signing
Fuck a plaque, I'd rather get paid in advance
The RIAA could suck my dick and twist both hands
Fuck some cash, I'm after your legs and your hands
I'm expensive, like you bought your bitch some ass implants, yeah
Boy, like BOS, my mind's diseased
I been too fucked up worrying to sleep
I'd be better off unable to breathe
But the pain's worth inverting knees
Boy, like BOS, my mind's diseased
I been too fucked up worrying to sleep
I'd be better off unable to breathe
But the pain's worth inverting knees
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Writer(s): Brett Hayes
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