Logic Luciano - Get It 2getha

Just might put
Codeine in my sweet tea
My wardrobe so crispy
Yellow hairs n green leaves
My kush look like seaweed

Pull up on ya bih like Beep beep
Sloppy Toppy that's how she greet me
Got me shooting all in traffic
Ain't no gun I'm bussin skeet skeet

I think I'm the feces
Rare Breed of my species
We ain't talking money ain't no sense of even speaking

She in her feelings it's obvious why
txtn n txtn I hardly reply
Cuz I get too busy I run thru my city
To pay u a visit that's costin me time
I'm doing fine

Better than U thought I was
Connect and respect frm the plug
Don't speak on my business
Check him see if he got wires or bugs

Jump out the whip fresher than Eva
Versace Cologne retro 11s
U just started balling and not on my scheduled
Ur girl need her hair done now get it together

Get it together
Get it together
U know I got several
Baby come running
Back to me soon as you leave why
Cuz I treat her better
Blowing sour diesel out sweet swishas
Only cater me me n me nigga
Won't laugh joke n kee kee wit ya
Get your girl n toss her like a flea flicker

Get it 2getha
Get it 2Getha
Get It 2Getha
Drinkin n smoking I'm pass my limit
Just gimmie a minute I'll get it 2getha
Get it 2getha
Get it 2Getha
Get It 2Getha
I cannot pick both of yall thick
You n yo friend can get it together
Get it 2getha
Get it 2Getha
Get It 2Getha
Yea we grinding tryna get rich me n the clock
We gon get it 2getha
Get it 2getha
Get it 2Getha
Get It 2Getha
Ain't no reason for u to be broke
Get off yo ass n Get it together

I need polo polo polo
Guns n money by the boatload
Cuz I'm Back up on my preppy gangsta shit
In case u don't know

Pockets on full make a broke nigga jealous
Yea he pissed off n salty i can tell it
Bullshit he pitching supplying ain't sellin
I'm winning u losing keep trying n failing

I'm riding wit felons
Riding wit felons
Yeah Meaning that literally
Pistol on me drinkin smoking
Trunk is loaded pull me over huh u kidding me

I'm lit up like 4th of July
You can't ignore it I'm fly

Flipping so many styles up on em
I don't know me and I'm I

Sipping on drank got me leanin n faded
Wake up in bed like how did I make it
She blow me like candles
Gimmie dem presents and thick as a cake
Happy belated

Nigga u hate it
Out all my girls
Yours she is my favorite
Cooking n cleaning
Gimmie whatever I need
Her friend wanna see can she take it

I got it together back for the win
Fuck up a check get it back up again
Thumbing thru money
U Call n I'm coming
For Washington Jefferson Franklin Ben

I got it together back for the win
Fuck up a check get it back up again
Thumbing thru money
U Call n I'm coming
For Washington Jefferson Franklin Ben

Get it 2getha
Get it 2Getha
Get It 2Getha
Drinking n smoking I'm pass my limit
Just gimmie a minute I'll get it 2getha
Get it 2getha
Get it 2Getha
Get It 2Getha
I cannot pick both of yall thick
You n yo friend can get it together
Get it 2getha
Get it 2Getha
Get It 2Getha
Yea we grinding tryna get rich me n the clock
We gon get it 2getha
Get it 2getha
Get it 2Getha
Get It 2Getha
Ain't no reason for u to be broke
Get off yo ass n Get it together

Written by:
Jarvis Gadson

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