Psychonuff - Got It (feat. El Rico & Kubli)

Gimme that gun
Hit my guys with a 45 (Grrr pow)
The opps them run
Make em go mia bro
Shit do it for fun
Ain't nobody run the trap like me my gee
You niggas my sons

Nigga I'm spazzing
I'm boutta go and get all the bags
Your shawty an actress
Went crazy when she got my address (When she got my address)
I got the bag and made it do backflips
Never live up to their captions
Niggas just copy my actions
I could imagine
Seeing a kid and still can't match him
All these niggas gwan attack him
Everybody wanna know what's good my G
Everybody here wanna be my G
Every pussy nigga wanna steal my steeze
And all these Lil niggas wanna be YG
Nobody here gone spit like me
I don't wanna hear that idiat breathe
YG
Coca-cola with the wrist
You can't get it like this
Designer shoes and they fit
If they don't I'm selling that shit
Talking bout Gucci I got it
Brand new Benz I bought it
Clip extent, I shot it (Grr pow)
6 Bad bs in a mosh pit

Coca-cola with the wrist
You can't get it like this
Designer shoes and they fit
If they don't I'm selling that shit
Talking bout Gucci I got it
Brand new Benz I bought it
Clip extent, I shot it
6 Bad bs in a mosh pit

Hunnid bands put a 50 on me
Get out the Glock put it down on the street
Y'all niggas scared cause you're smaller than me
Bust out the coupe put the lights on me
Young Gunna alit and he fuck up the street
Put you in your place I'm the best I can be
Pull down the 80 44 out the street
Niggas wan fight but no know my crib
Talking their shit because they older than me
How can you fight with a boy that's 16
If you don't feel ashamed get the fuck out of my scene
This rap game is hard but I fuck up the beat
Niggas deranged cause I stole his last chick
Bitch was cumming all over my dick
Niggas getting raged all they do is complain
Go to jabi they are calling my name
Shout Psychonuff man is getting the cake
Me and Yg yeah we no dey complain
But all these fake niggas be leaving the game
Paying your way to the top of the fame
But honestly, una no get brain
Y'all niggas are the ones getting paid
When it comes to swipe you guess up the game
Me and Yg yeah we fuck up the game

Roll up the blunt and picking up A
45 show to making it run
Dead but usually ghosting
Play with the clip to your head
Yeah Yeah we deal with the gang
Play with these bitches like gion the god
Hop in the ride with Monty on the side
Life is so clear with Psycho on God
I was used to picking up bottles for sure
Now I cuddle and check on the lock on the mirror
Careful with me imma knock that shit off
You think so hard, imma blow you right off
Got it, Got it, money counting
Run it, Run it, I stick to my ja
Cheddar, I'm making a stop
41 Flows and I got it on me (Cheee)

Gimme that gun
Hit my guys with a 45 (Grrr pow)
The opps them run
Make em go mia bro
Shit do it for fun
Ain't nobody run the trap like me my gee
You niggas my sons

Coca-cola with the wrist
You can't get it like this
Designer shoes and they fit
If they don't I'm selling that shit
Talking bout Gucci I got it
Brand new Benz I bought it
Clip extent, I shot it (Grrr pow)
6 Bad bs in a mosh pit

Written by:
Psychonuff, Ande Riki, Williams Abashiya

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