Mvrz51 - Gottagetitinletsgo

Yeah, mighty
Ayy, man, what the fuck is that
Go, yeah, go, yeah, go
Gotta get it, then let's go

When I'm swervin' with that shit, run home
When I'm swervin' with that shit, run home
Yeah, gotta get it, let's go
Gotta get it, let's go

Yeah
Slide with that shit, what the fuck i'm finna catch him
Damn, I'm finna up it, I'm gon send this message
You hang round them niggas, but I heard that they tellin

Get the fuck out of the way before I delete him
Boy say he got it, but I know he dreamin
Fin take this ounce and a half, cause I'm tweakin
Nigga, he takin' his acid he speechless

Race to the money, and I know I'll beat him
Race to the top, and I know I'll beat him
Gwap it, done came in', and baby, she screamin
Niggas don't know I'm strengthenin' this season

Just wanna catch him, I got every reason to
Fuck it, I'm prepping', you just need to season you
Nigga don't talk, cause I might end up meeting you
Fuck it, they talkin', a lot', finna make they tooth loose

Go and get his head cut open like a juice cut
Fuck it, like, damn, they say you lose too much
Damn it, I'm goin' out in the city, can't be no one
At the same time, she tell me, you be the one

I'm in the house, had to move this shit out the box
Fuck it, I'm into the sink, cause I might flush
That be a lot of the blue you can't touch
Fuck it, up and down, I ain't talkin' arrows

It was me, Brody, runnin' the stairwell
Niggas got glocks like the cartel
Shoot your face, talkin' about Markel
Finna catch em, whats the pin point

Remember back then didn't have a voice
Remember back the didn't have a choice
Why i'm rolling like a fucking joint
Choppa hit him break his fucking joints

Fuck, they loving the internet more than they mama
I'm lovin' you talkin', cause I'm finna catch you
Nigga, he pussy, cause that be yo steppas
Nigga, a ho, he mommy be dressing him
Slidin' around, why fuck I'm with felons

Chop it the scale, now I know what they tellin
Niggas, they snakin', I've seen them shakin
Fuck these niggas, go get his dollars in
Bullets, they touchin', his nails, they don't polish

Yeah, from' them times, no, they ain't solid
Damn i was just swerving around in the college
Pistol my waist, hit his face, in his college
Head to the junkies, say I got the modness

Say they get money, but nigga need to stop it
Nigga recordin' 8,000 for the iLok
Hand in the pot, I'm just whippin' the re-rock
Damn it, I'm outta here, I'm keepin' the box

Bitch she a hoe i just told her kick rocks
Bitch, a ho, I told her go
Got some shit that snatch your soul
They love to talk, it ain't factual

Don't think like that, it ain't rational
Smoke that pack, it's gas, you know
Racin' through the light, it's red
talkin, my bro, you dead

I just like the pint the pink
Yeah, we smoke all types of the pink
I'm gon' smoke all types of that nigga
Ain't no stripes, still think he that nigga

Think they T-Pain how they loving a Stripper
Shot and hit him, I wanna lift
Bitch got ass, I just wanna lift
she say you forever litty

I need a ounce and im talking the gym
Niggas been hoes they dont know what it is
Open the door, before i kickin' that bitch
Open that door, before i kickin' that bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Go
Gotta get it in, let's go
Gotta get in, let's go
When I'm swervin' with that shit run home

When I'm swervin' with that shit run home
Go
Gotta get it, then let's go
Gotta get it, then let's go

Gotta get it, then let's go
Go
Let's go
Gotta get it, then let's go

Written by:
Morlan Thomas

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