Get It Out

Stro, I had too do it, let's go
In that kitchen, I'm a chemist, I'ma beat that pack out
If you mail it, I'ma sell it, I'ma get that shit out
Ain't no tellin' real niggas gon' sit that shit down

You ain't built for these streets, better cut that shit out
Watch these hoes, watch these niggas, yeah, they will cross you out
Keep your business out the streets and everything gon' work out
I'm an OG-ass nigga, sliding presidential, yeah yeah, yea I own my shit

Hell nah, nigga, this ain't no rental, diamonds on my neck
Yeah, they froze just like the winter, and your bitch stuck
Just like she froze in the winter, yeah, yeah
I'm running my check up like a white man go to the doctor visits

They say you next to be around what you hang around,
Looked at my surroundings, and then I got the fuck from round
Almost caught gangrene, and I had to cut em out
Tapped in my inner self, fucked around and found my sound

Karaoke rappin' ass niggas can't even find they sound
I just get on top of the track, and I just get the wildin' out
My dawg got your bitch in the trap, and she be wildin' out
In the kitchen, I'm a chemist, I'ma beat that pack out

If you mail it, I'ma sell it, I'ma get that shit out
Ain't no tellin' real niggas gon' sit that shit down
Down Sat Hutt, nigga, I'm bout to throw the hailmary
Down Sat Hut, nigga its bout to get very scary

Yeah, my niggas bang them guns just like the military
And we gettin' all them Ts just like the tooth fairy
The streets taught me how to move, nigga, I'm very careful
Very careful, very careful, very careful



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Writer(s): Joshua Curry
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