Let's Get It

Video calls with my cousin in the feds

He told me he bout to be back on the road

Told him let's get it, we already winnin

So fuck it, we might as well run up the score

All this shit started since we had the cutlass

Its runnin', sittin' on 100 spokes

That's why I'm modest

Stack up them dollars

Cause I didn't Cavalli

Way backin' on 04

Highschool it was Gucci

No cosigner bitch Im Gucci

Mickey Mouse **** rattin'

And they main partners be goofy

I triple dark on some German shit

Super black, the BMW

**** mad when you get the bag

But they still actin' like they fuck wit you

Circle small and they sucka proof

But we heavyweight

When we comin' through

Every pocket on me is the color blue

And I'm God-body like the son of Zeus

**** frontin' like they want smoke

Till they get burnt like a blunt wit Snoop

Send a violator to the upper room

We young and wild

And we runnin' loose, let's get it

Im finna run up them commas, let's get it

Im finna do what I want, so let's get it

Im finna tote me a carbon

And then fuck all that talkin'

You want it, I'm on it, let's get it

Im with fam and i kno that they wit it

If im wit a bad bitch she know her position

You with wit gang, I don't know your intentions

Walk in the bank, and I tell him, let's get it

Im finna run up them commas, let's get it

Im finna do what I want, so let's get it

Im finna tote me a carbon

And then fuck all that talkin'

You want it, I'm on it, let's get it

Im with fam and i kno that they wit it

If im wit a bad bitch she know her position

You with wit gang, I don't know your intentions

Walk in the bank, and I tell him, let's get it

I tell em

Let's get it, my ****, let's get it

For all of my dawgs

In the pen on the sentence

For all of my trappers wit packs

And they flippin

For all of my ballers with sauce

And they drippin

All of them bitches

That hold out these ****

Now for them thots

Say they pussy expensive

I wouldn't even pay them

Lil hoes no attention

Aint for them ****

That hate when we winnin

Shout out to Roper

My negus will smoke ya

The back of the Bentley truck

Feel like a sofa

I'm back to the business

Lets get this in motion

Don't ask me for shit

I was broke you was ghost

Now this gold it's all over

I went supernova

And no, I don't know you

So don't get too close

If you reach for my neck

Get whats under my clothin

I pull up a jumper like Demar DeRozan

I fuck up this summer

I'm swingin' no shirt

Fuck wit my brothers

I spin on your turf

Couple of sticks

And a couple of drums

In the bitch

So it look like we come to rehearse

Hundreds of bundles

Need that in abundance

It aint for the money

Then I don't converse

No, I ain't switchin'

I ride for my ****

These **** be trippin'

They quick to convert

I just been ballin'

My jeweler can't guard me

I look like I play

For the pistols and spurs

Back on my bullshit

So negus around me

They either gon look like

Like they Pippen or Kerr

556s with switches and modified triggers

The carbon, I tripled da the verse

Dime pieces like to lick it

And slurp

But pleasure second

And the business is first

Im finna run up them commas, let's get it

Im finna do what I want, so let's get it

Im finna tote me a carbon

And then fuck all that talkin'

You want it, I'm on it, let's get it

Im with fam and i kno that they wit it

If im wit a bad bitch she know her position

You with wit gang, I don't know your intentions

Walk in the bank, and I tell him, let's get it

Im finna run up them commas, let's get it

Im finna do what I want, so let's get it

Im finna tote me a carbon

And then fuck all that talkin'

You want it, I'm on it, let's get it

Im with fam and i kno that they wit it

If im wit a bad bitch she know her position

You with wit gang, I don't know your intentions

Walk in the bank, and I tell him, let's get it