Slimpky - Get It

Get it, no, no, no, gotta get it
No fuckin' way,
No fuckin' way, let's go
No fuckin' way
Youngest comin' up, I ain't lettin' up
Choppa on me, bitch fully tucked
Never know, till you try your luck
Youngest comin', never give a fuck
Cullinan' in rims, Match the Bentley truck
Racks comin' in, I never goin' broke
Smokin' on gas, and the bitch pote
She suckin' my dick, I told that, bitch, to choke
Get it, get it, gotta get it
Don't guess, you know that I'm with it
Don't guess, you know that I already did it
No stress, no, I hit it, then I quit it, huh
Hit the bitch and then forget it, huh
Run it out, count out the digits, uh
Give me the Glock with the switches
Never gon' stop till a young nigga finish, yeah
I got too much of the energy, yeah
I'm not a munch, ain't no feeling me, yeah
He said that I'm broke, are you kiddin' me
Got too much kids, need vasectomy yeah
All these niggas tryna challenge me, yeah
On top, I know where I better be, yeah
You just gettin' what's left of me
Cause I'm already dead, yeah, yeah
Aim for the head, choppa erase
And we fillin' with lead, huh
Said you don't need me, huh, huh
That's what you said, why would you say that
And you know that it go to my head
Don't got nothin' to say, you get left on read
Rollin' Im taking prescription meds
Said that she wanna get hit on the bed
You can get what you want, you don't ever gotta beg
Said she want dick get a Birkin instead
Or I'm just cool with some head
Just give me my money, don't play with my bread
I'm just gettin' started, my anger is fed
My heart is real black when my eyes get red, huh
That's what you said, that's what you said, huh
Throwin' them low blows, ayy
Act like you don't know, but you know I know
Together we grow, cause we been in love
In the shows, in a hotel, for shows
She a ho, no, she go
Switch up to demons and ghosts
Throwing them shots when you post
Gonna be on top, it's close
Don't know when to stop, just go
I never sell my soul for a bankroll
Still gettin' money when the bank close
Wait, that's called a amt
Fuck, I just fucked up, you still not ahead of me
Bein' a better person, be a better me
Rather say no, on low it's killin' me
Gotta get all the enemies
Make sure nobody ahead of me
Coldest young nigga, but nobody feelin' me
I got that sauce, got that juice, got that recipe
I'm a paint on her face, master piece a Picasso
I got the drive, now nobody stoppin' me
Get it, get it, gotta get it
Don't guess, you know that I'm with it
Don't guess, you know that I already did it
No stress, you know I hit it, then I quit it
Hit the bitch and then forget it
Runnin' out, countin' the digits
Give me the Glock with the switches
Never gon' stop till a young nigga finish
Gotta get it, gotta get it
Gotta get it, yeah, yeah, gotta get it

Written by:
Matthew Buchannon

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