Gettin Started (feat. fnomax)

Why is you playing dumb, lil bro, you do know who I am
Said I'm getting beat, but only say shit up on Instagram
Talking shit to bitches, saying "Teo bouta meet my hands" when you behind a screen
Boy, you a kid, you ain't even a man
I be talking all my shit on every song because I can hate on everything I do, but not a hater, you a fan
I can get anything done, I don't even need me a plan
I'ma get up to the top, you know I'm chasing 100 grand

But I'm just getting started, going fast
I ain't even in a whip, but I'm just hoping I don't crash
I don't even gotta look, but I still hit em with the pass
Only winning with the bros, you know we never coming last

N-No apologies for you and you
Lil bitch, I'm through
H-Hate on me like what I do to you
This shit ain't new
Going crazy in and out the stu
This what I do
Going apeshit like I'm at the zoo
I'm at the
Wait
Let's go, let's go, let's go
I'm stackin green, no grass
You the type to slip on a banana with your stupid ass
Then you falling over like a cartoon, you made me fucking laugh
Boy im finna film it, and then I post it, put your ass on blast
Boy, yo stupid ass be looking like a salamander
Always making fire, y'all should be calling me Lil Charmander
Teo dropping soon, you better mark it in your calendar
Making songs fast, I feel like I be driving Challengers

They thinking it's my birthday every day, the way I'm getting cake
Ain't a lover boy, but I'm certified, you could call me Drake
Hittas on the wagon, I can't fuck with them, they too fake
7 songs in one night, I'm a demon, I ain't take a break
(BLATT)
Demons in my body, they just stepping in for me
Just because I got that motion, y'all say I'm an enemy
I want my paper, give me it, or I can't do no song for he
Find the beat, record the lyrics, they call me a fucking beast

He complaining that he broke, shut the fuck up, go work harder
Yo, bitch, all up on my body, slobbering just like some water
They wanna be me, wanna see me, I told them, just go work harder
She giving brain, she hella smart, I think Ash Kaash had just done taught her

Ayy aye
Aye aye
Aye aye
Woah, woah, bring the beat back, I'm in go mode
Why you talking crazy on the net, oh y'all so hoe hoe's
I don't fuck with none of y'all, I just fuck with my bankroll
I got Louis, Gucci, Fendi, Prada, but yall some fake hoe's
New ho every day, but you is crazy, think I cuffed those
Spittin in this mic, like kb spittin out those Draco's
He say he be shooting like Kobe, he ain't do none of that, he a internet gangster
He would just type on the net, cause he ain't do none of that, he a little boy hipster
I spent a dub onmy necklace, but I ain't with none of that, but I still am your master
Let's have a race to the top, on god I'm gon be there, but let's see who's faster



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Writer(s): Maxum Freig
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