Lets Get On Dey Ass

Ever (Yeah)

I'm finna get mean

Turn up the circuits

Turn up the—

What?

I'm tryna break me a back

Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine

I'm tryna pour me a eight

Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime

I'm tryna order a crate

Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines

We finna get on they ass

We finna get on they ass

We finna get on they ass

Mm

(Alright)

Deal me personally, ****, I'm poppin'

I'm makin' the calls, I'm pointin' the fingers, I'm gettin' 'em dropped

Well, well

Ball off to that judge with the red shells

He pissy, can't do nothin' to me

He pussy, his bitch wanna do me

I ain't trippin', she came from The Boonies

Like fuck it, I said it, come show me

It's over, I did it, they owe me

Mm, mm, mm, mm-hmm

Fuckin' 'em up, skrrt on they ass (Huh)

I ran up them Ms and spend it on glass

Fuck, ****, ain't got no paper, huh, huh

They goin' to water, don't run out of money

I'm payin' to hit with your ho? Ayy, you trippin', buddy

Ha-ha (Ha), ha-ha

Ha-ha, ha-ha

Throw money up in the eco' (Mm)

Shootin' that bitch like a free throw

Maybach since I was a vito (What?)

My brother, my twin, Cardo

I still put the drugs in the cargo (Yeah)

They bills ain't more than my car note (Shoo)

These bitches is buyable, barcode (Yeah)

Huh, run it on auto, yup

The money the motto

What?

I'm tryna break me a back

Yeah, I'm tryna break me a spine

I'm tryna pour me a eight

Yeah, I'm tryna pour me a dime

I'm tryna order a crate

Yeah, ain't never bought me no lines

We finna get on they ass

We finna get on they ass

We finna get on they ass

Mm

(Alright)