ThaKidTj - 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 niggas, 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 nigga, 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 nigga got pape to make
I had done walked up in saks today, Know a young niggas doing great today
I know a few guys that gon' pull a few triggers

You gon' get slimed by a group full of niggas
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 niggas 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 nigga , 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

Written by:
Travorius Turner

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