Get Into It
I'm playin' for the keeps and I'm shootin' shots like free throws
Enter the chamber spittin' flows with that white smoke
Rearrange the puzzles as I'm movin' just like chess
Do your best, tryna keep up with me, it's fully tested
I'm glowin' like the four carat gold on your neck
I carry everything, puttin' weights on my back
Got that 3D vision like a sniper with a quick scope
Better watch your mouth ill dust you off like some indo
Come on, come on, feel the music
Come on, come on, get into it
Come on, come on, feel the music
Get into it
I stay elevated like my mind just on GoPro
Always on a mission, breeze hittin' me like Monroe
Aura stay shinin' like that diamond on my pinky though
Kill bill, overkill, I'm comin' at your window
Overdrive like a self-afflicting homicide
Grab a hold of this mic and now you in for a ride
Deep in the tunnel, where the memories flow
Up and down in the rabbit hole, manifestin' sold out shows
Real hip-hop as you could kick rocks
Every ounce of this pressure is put right on spot
I drop like drop tops, momentum is non-stop
Flavor comin' in like I put em in crock pots
I'm a jack of all trades and a female from the west
Throw the W mighty high I represent
And every time I spit, I always say it with my chest
Say it with your chest
Come on, come on, feel the music
Come on, come on, get into it
Come on, come on, feel the music
Get into it
Come on, come on, feel the music
Come on, come on, get into it
Come on, come on, feel the music
Get into it
Enter the chamber spittin' flows with that white smoke
Rearrange the puzzles as I'm movin' just like chess
Do your best, tryna keep up with me, it's fully tested
I'm glowin' like the four carat gold on your neck
I carry everything, puttin' weights on my back
Got that 3D vision like a sniper with a quick scope
Better watch your mouth ill dust you off like some indo
Come on, come on, feel the music
Come on, come on, get into it
Come on, come on, feel the music
Get into it
I stay elevated like my mind just on GoPro
Always on a mission, breeze hittin' me like Monroe
Aura stay shinin' like that diamond on my pinky though
Kill bill, overkill, I'm comin' at your window
Overdrive like a self-afflicting homicide
Grab a hold of this mic and now you in for a ride
Deep in the tunnel, where the memories flow
Up and down in the rabbit hole, manifestin' sold out shows
Real hip-hop as you could kick rocks
Every ounce of this pressure is put right on spot
I drop like drop tops, momentum is non-stop
Flavor comin' in like I put em in crock pots
I'm a jack of all trades and a female from the west
Throw the W mighty high I represent
And every time I spit, I always say it with my chest
Say it with your chest
Come on, come on, feel the music
Come on, come on, get into it
Come on, come on, feel the music
Get into it
Come on, come on, feel the music
Come on, come on, get into it
Come on, come on, feel the music
Get into it
Credits
Writer(s): Lauren Romero
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