Gotta Get It (feat. Daniel Austyn)

(Work it. We can't keep doin' all this, you I'm sayin?
It be the struggle just to get here
You know what I'm sayin, this shit hard
Been out here in the streets, struggling
We in here eaten ramen noodle soups, bruh
...shit!)

Fuck it, I'm with it
I came from the trenches
They talkin' that shit
But they really ain't with it
They fuckin' them bitches
Wake up and wash the dishes

I'm trynna get riches
Wake up, Wash the dishes
Yea, I came from the trenches
I came from the trenches
(Aye)

I came from the trenches
They talkin' that shit
But they really be snitchin'
They really ain't with it

Yea I get it though
I don't really give a fuck, I gotta hit it though
Play the hoe like, dead, gimme dominoes
Gotta go ahead and spit off the top of the dome
Fuckin' that lil' bitch, she said she give me dome
Sexual texts don't come through my phone

Gotta get it, I don't give a fuck, hot shit
And we cook up in a skillet
I had to go cook that dope... I had cook all that dough
Fuck all them cops when they come to my door
I got the money and that is for sure
Everybody know I'm fuckin' these hoes
Gettin' this money, then I gotta go

I got the bank for sure

I'mma ride though, Wanna slide though
I don't really give a fuck, bitch, playin' like a Pod-O
Everybody know she really get to suckin'
Bad bitch hop in this bitch, get to fuckin'

Aye

Shoot. Like buckets
Fall in love in a way that I could trust it
Hop out the car, and my niggas get to bussin'
Straight to his head, that's a limited concussion

I'm shootin, Like perry
I came in a hurry
That pussy be furry
I'm still fuckin' anyway

Everybody know I get to the bae
Everybody know I'm doin' that yay
Off the cocaine, yea
Bad bitch got propane, yea
I don't know, got a whole thang, yea

Run me up a whole check
Gotta choppa insane at the neck
It be somethin; down on the fuckin' set
I gotta go in gotta wreck

Fuck it, they ain't really with it
They talkin' that shit
They really be snitchin'
They nothin' but bitches

(Aye)

(Nothin' but bitches... wes)

Woke up with a brand new mission
Gotta get that bread then eat wash dishes
Gotta keep my cool no time for the bitches
Take a pic real quick don't forget my mention
(Aye)

Work, work, work and I stay clocked in
Mother fucker trynna get a whole damn sesh In
Get a song with the kid .Now you gettin' rich
Fucked around, got Thrown in the mother fuckin' pin

Hit 'em with a tongue twister, blame it on the mister
Bitch you fucking with a dog, I'm the best in the litter
Hit 'em with it one time, but I'on fuck with Twelve
Cuz My mother fucking strap still on Hinds County's shelf

If I ain't fucking got It then I gotta go get 'em
Cuz a mother fucker don't even know what hit 'em
Say you gonna kill me, till I pull yo mother fucking trigger
I'll crawl through the mud, bitch, I'mma grave digger

Summon up the devil cuz you wanna sell your souls
For the fortune and the fame and the mollies and the hoes
And the flashy foreign cars while your driving down the road
Not a care in the world, but here's something you should know

I'mma big boss no cap I got big bands
But I'm flexing ripped jeans, cigarette in my hand
Take off in my lane
If you stay don't get mad
Blowing on up like a sad boy pop band

Rockstar with it first, then a sad boy on a verse
Fuck a tour bus, Ridin' casket sharp in hearse
Look into my eyes, you would think I'm fucking cursed
I don't take no shit cuz THESE DRUGS WORK!

Real rockstar and I'm about that life
Cocaine, smoke weed, and I live full time
Boy in a band but I can spit on a dime
Everything I do should be a mother fuckin' crime

(ItsJustWes...)