Go Get It

Ayy, yo, QUASHIRED

QUASHIRED, QUASHIRED

Long as these racks keep on coming, I gotta go get it

I'm thumbing through racks, know I'm getting these hundreds and fifties

Dropped a bag up, in Saks, know I spent like two hundred and fifty

Split the rest with the team, them ****, know they know they can get it

I ain't playing no game, no station, you hating on me, got my songs in rotation

Your girl for the team, yeah, she throw it, she shake it

He seen her with a team, his heart started aching

Walked down on a ****, the Honda from Aiken

Now he looking silly , my D your girl ate it

MPM we the realest that ain't no debate

Play with one of them then you gon' end up baking

When that G had done hit him, that boy started baking

Like a pig know his skin, had got peeled like some bacon

Ain't talking bout Harlem , that boy started shaking

And I slaughtered your daughter, I know that you hate me

I got these racks to make, know a young **** got pape to make

I had done walked up in saks today, Know a young **** doing great today

I know a few guys that gon' pull a few triggers

You gon' get slimed by a group full of ****

And maybe some bitches, they ain't gon' hide, know they do it for benjis

After you had got slimed, tell me how is you feeling

Like gone head leave me a review, five star service, they slime you real good , these racks is a must

When I get them I feel good, put that boy on a bus , send him back to his weak ass hood

We going to the top like a cap, one day I was bored, so I started to rap

Now look at me, now putting my team on the map

No more sitting in a house, tired of sitting in the trap

Long as these racks keep on coming I gotta go get it

I'm thumbing with the racks, now I'm getting these hundreds and fifty

Dropped a bag up in saks, know I spent like two hundred fifty

Split rest with the team, them **** they know they can get it

I ain't playing no game, no station, you hating on me, got my songs in rotation

Your girl for the team, yeah, she throw it, she shake it

He seen her with a team, his heart started aching

Walked down on a **** , the Honda from Aiken

Now he looking silly, my D your girl are it

MPM we the realist that ain't no debate

Play with one of them, then you gon' end up baking

When that G had done, hit him that boy, started baking

Like a pig know his skin, had got peeled like some bacon

I ain't talking bout Harlem that boy started shaking

And I slaughtered your daughter I know that you hate me