Get To It (feat. Bry Bosa)
My, shooter, gon get to it like
You, niggas, y'all been blew it like
He, not with it, I been knew it like (Nope)
From, the struggle, I been through it like
Nigga (Lil bitch)
You shitting bricks
My lil bro in the cut he just itching for a lick
Had to call up my lil shorty cuz I Know she sucking dick (Lil hoe)
I'm not greedy with a hoe, me and my boy we finna switch like
He, opened it, and it blicked em' (Dumb bitch)
Opp nigga got smoked, he ain't even have it with em' (Lacking)
Tried to stand up for himself, but this blick it had to sit em'
Only way you can see em' bring a shovel to come dig em' (Pussy boy)
Nel said he was fucking ten's, he was being literal
Eighteen years old damn my nigga must be pitiful (Chris Hansen)
And y'all roll with bitches, but y'all really be the hoes (Pussy)
And they cut off on Lil CJ, he was snitching on his bros (Lil rat)
His name shooter with a
But he dressing like a thot
Look at bro crazy so his top is getting hot (You a bitch)
Said you gon have me dealt with, but we know that shit was cap (Cap)
When Lil Tracy get the grip, he gon put you on yo back like
My, shooter, gon get to it like
You, niggas, y'all been blew it like
He, not wit it, I been knew it like
From, the struggle, I been through it like
If you trip I pull up on you hit you with this blick, (fraa, fraa) your shorty told me that she love me, she in love with dick (In love with dick)
You niggas talking on my brodies yo shit gon get clipped, your shorty that bitch she a treesh I hit it then I'll dip (Yes I dip)
I say I don't give a fuck bitch you better bet for luck, Derrick Rose baby I've been balling more than average (Thurlbull)
You coming for the turkey, (Gang, gang, gang, gang) I be going for the cabbage, young bull Luka Dončić he be shooting like the Mavericks
Kunta Kinte off the Roots so you know I'm sliding through, (Sliding through) got my name tatted on yo bitch but she is not my boo (Not my boo)
Treeshiana baby, go that head game amaze me, (Bow, bow, bow) Bry Bosa In the cut like a barber bitch I'm fading
You mad about your boy in life, so that's why you be hating, (Stop hating) I can see you through the screen, I can see you niggas faking (Stop faking)
Call me perc 30 cuz I got that nigga shaking, (These niggas shaking) 18 to yo brain like My first name was Peyton (Manning)
My, shooter, gon get to it like
You, niggas, y'all been blew it like
He, not with it, I been knew it like
From, the struggle, I been through it like
You, niggas, y'all been blew it like
He, not with it, I been knew it like (Nope)
From, the struggle, I been through it like
Nigga (Lil bitch)
You shitting bricks
My lil bro in the cut he just itching for a lick
Had to call up my lil shorty cuz I Know she sucking dick (Lil hoe)
I'm not greedy with a hoe, me and my boy we finna switch like
He, opened it, and it blicked em' (Dumb bitch)
Opp nigga got smoked, he ain't even have it with em' (Lacking)
Tried to stand up for himself, but this blick it had to sit em'
Only way you can see em' bring a shovel to come dig em' (Pussy boy)
Nel said he was fucking ten's, he was being literal
Eighteen years old damn my nigga must be pitiful (Chris Hansen)
And y'all roll with bitches, but y'all really be the hoes (Pussy)
And they cut off on Lil CJ, he was snitching on his bros (Lil rat)
His name shooter with a
But he dressing like a thot
Look at bro crazy so his top is getting hot (You a bitch)
Said you gon have me dealt with, but we know that shit was cap (Cap)
When Lil Tracy get the grip, he gon put you on yo back like
My, shooter, gon get to it like
You, niggas, y'all been blew it like
He, not wit it, I been knew it like
From, the struggle, I been through it like
If you trip I pull up on you hit you with this blick, (fraa, fraa) your shorty told me that she love me, she in love with dick (In love with dick)
You niggas talking on my brodies yo shit gon get clipped, your shorty that bitch she a treesh I hit it then I'll dip (Yes I dip)
I say I don't give a fuck bitch you better bet for luck, Derrick Rose baby I've been balling more than average (Thurlbull)
You coming for the turkey, (Gang, gang, gang, gang) I be going for the cabbage, young bull Luka Dončić he be shooting like the Mavericks
Kunta Kinte off the Roots so you know I'm sliding through, (Sliding through) got my name tatted on yo bitch but she is not my boo (Not my boo)
Treeshiana baby, go that head game amaze me, (Bow, bow, bow) Bry Bosa In the cut like a barber bitch I'm fading
You mad about your boy in life, so that's why you be hating, (Stop hating) I can see you through the screen, I can see you niggas faking (Stop faking)
Call me perc 30 cuz I got that nigga shaking, (These niggas shaking) 18 to yo brain like My first name was Peyton (Manning)
My, shooter, gon get to it like
You, niggas, y'all been blew it like
He, not with it, I been knew it like
From, the struggle, I been through it like
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Writer(s): Erich Raymond
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