Stay4Ever & JayBZY! & Ily Jugo - I Get To (feat. Ko)

In a swarm of hundreds of fish
There may not be a single of one them
That is as great as you are, JayBZY!
I get to count these racks, uh
I get to blow that bag, uh
I get to count this stack, uh
Pull up in all that black, uh
Shawty know that she bad, uh
Talk to me, it's a "Yes sir."
You'd think he a ballerina, I turn him to dancer
My diamonds, they wet
Can't get wetter than my hoes
This pussy wanna bet that he do better at his shows
She fuck with fayste- I mean Stay4Ever, all them clothes
And he gonna meet this choppa, if he get too close
I'm with Jugo, bitch we numero uno
Say you want me to die, you watching what I do, though
I'm finna fuck this Glock, like how your shawty fuck that dildo
Oh wait, I forgot that that bitch already got filled, hoe
That lil' bitch got cheeks like Sandy
That lil' bitch, she sweet like Candy
That lil' bitch, yeah she my favorite
And I'm smoking on that pack, no fanny
Yeah
I get to count these racks, uh
I get to blow that bag, uh
I get to count this stack, uh
Pull up in all that black, uh
Shawty know that she bad, uh
Talk to me, it's a "Yes sir."
You'd think he a ballerina, I turn him to dancer
I turn that boy to a dancer
Can't love a hoe cause I don't even got no manners
Nigga play with me, get put on a banner
Jumping and jumping this bitch, got no standards
Don't they care when it's hard
I spent a rack when I went to the bar
In the back of the back, got her playing guitar
Nigga want test me, he ain't going far
They be mad in the city no Kendrick Lamar
Send shots out the window, oh wait that's a bar
My shawty a baddie, I think she a barb
We leaving 'em dead, that boy need a tarp
White lines full of chalk, he painted like art
I hit from the back she know how to arch
Got high off this pack that I bought from the cart
That boy get popped man like he a tart
I get to count these racks, uh
I get to blow that bag, uh
I get to count this stack, uh
Pull up in all that black, uh
Shawty know that she bad, uh
Talk to me, it's a "Yes sir."
You'd think he a ballerina, I turn him to dancer
We the greatest duo, like we Shaq and Kobe
Me and BZY pull up to the spot
Yeah, we cook like ravioli
Paper chasing
Pockets fat, Caseoh
I'll shoot him in his face, bro
Leave his body with them bulletholes
Can't understand me, Roman numerals
Bad chick, so you know that I'm speeding off
Choppa on me, it's gone take all his body parts
Slip and slide pussy, she wet like a waterpark
V12 is my engine, know I'ma go real fast
Me and BZY in the studio, know that we just might crash
I got your bitch, and she throwing it fast
On the highway, 200 on dash
All of my pockets filled up with that cash
Hotbox in the car, and I'm smelling like gas
And I get the green, no green eggs and ham
I'm worshipping God, sacrifice a lamb
Yeah, that choppa hit him, and he fell
She all on my body, I'm touching her body, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get to count these racks, uh
I get to blow that bag, uh
I get to count this stack, uh
Pull up in all that black, uh
Shawty know that she bad, uh
Talk to me, it's a "Yes sir."
You'd think he a ballerina, I turn him to dancer

Written by:
Jourdon Brothern, Kaijon Hill, Jermaine Ellis

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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