Gametime GTB - Get To It (feat. Bry Bosa)

My, shooter, 'gon get to it, like
You, niggas, y'all been blew it, like
He, not with it, I been knew it, like (Nope)
From, the struggle, I been through it, like
Nigga (Lil bitch)
You shitting bricks
My lil bro in the cut, he just itching for a lick
Had to call up my lil shorty cuz I know she sucking dick (Lil hoe)
I'm not greedy with a hoe, me and my boy we finna switch, like
He, opened it, and it blicked 'em (Dumb bitch)
Opp nigga got smoked, he ain't even have it with 'em (Lacking)
Tried to stand up for himself but this blick it had to sit 'em
Only way you can see 'em, bring a shovel to come dig 'em (Pussy boy)
Nel said he was fucking tens, he was being literal
Eighteen years old, damn my nigga must be pitiful (Chris Hansen)
And y'all roll with bitches but y'all really be the hoes (Pussy)
And they cut off on Lil CJ, he was snitching on his bros (Lil rat)
His name shooter with a
But he dressing like a thot
Look at bro crazy so his top is getting hot (You a bitch)
Said you 'gon have me dealt with but we knew that shit was cap (Cap)
When Lil Tracy get the grip, he 'gon put you on your back, like
My, shooter, 'gon get to it, like
You, niggas, y'all been blew it, like
He, not with it, I been knew it, like (Nope)
From, the struggle, I been through it, like
If you trip I pull up on you, hit you with this blick (fraa, fraa)
Your shorty told me that she love me, she in love with dick (In love with dick)
You niggas talking on my brodies, your shit 'gon get clipped
Your shorty, that bitch she a treesh, I hit it then I'll dip (Yes I dip)
I say "I don't give a fuck bitch, you better bet for luck" (Better bet for luck)
Derrick Rose, baby I've been balling more than average (Thurlbull)
You coming for the turkey, I be going for the cabbage
Young bull, Luka Dončić, he be shooting like the Mavericks
Kunta Kinte, off the Roots so you know I'm sliding through (Sliding through)
Got my name tatted on your bitch but she is not my boo (Not my boo)
Treeshiana baby, go that head game amaze me (Bow, bow, bow)
Bry Bosa In the cut, like a barber bitch I'm fading
You mad about your boy in life so that's why you be hating (Stop hating)
I can see you through the screen, I can see you niggas faking (Stop faking)
Call me perc 30 cuz I got that nigga shaking (These niggas shaking)
18 to yo brain, like my first name was Peyton Manning (Peyton Manning)
My, shooter, 'gon get to it, like
You, niggas, y'all been blew it, like
He, not with it, I been knew it, like (Nope)
From, the struggle, I been through it, like

Written by:
Bryan Kargbo, Erich Raymond

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