Young Ross - Get Loose (feat. Tru Carr)
My young nigggas they be Wildin for the lootWhen they come down who was sliding for the troops
Kick down specialist fuck around and get the boot
Inbounds if we catch em out then he screwed
Bitch sound stupid every time she switch moves
Want let em talk shit we ain't giving up no room
I got the gang up in this bitch and we ain't listening to no rules
Couple thousands dollars kicks bet not step up on these shoes
What I look like letting somebody play me like I'ma mf fool
Gettin loose in this bitch caught lackin grey goose
Can't get used to this shit what I do u can't do
Dora the explorer bitch but we swipin different cards
Yea you could've been poppin but I guess yo timing off
Not the one for threats but I could turn yo time off
If it ain't money speakin then I can't talk
A lot of niggas act holy when that time cross
It's been a few niggas close but they ain't line cross
The homies aimin at his head tack his mind off
That nigga pussy he got 9 we'll take 1 off
One head nod and watch my killahs they gon swarm
When I ball on you niggas I gotta use 1 arm
When I throw money then I gotta make it Storm
500 for the chef to spend the night she can't go home
sleep w my rocket everyday gotta stay strapped
More accurate if you movin so don't run fast
My trigger finger kinda strong so it's gon shoot fast
Yo shooter missed the target and he had 1 task
Inbounds if we catch em out then he screwed.
Bitch sound stupid every time she switch moves
Want let em talk shit we ain't giving up no room
I got the gang up in this bitch and we ain't listening to no rules
Couple thousands dollars kicks bet not step up on these shoes
What I look like letting somebody play me like I'ma mf fool
Gettin loose in this bitch caught lackin grey goose
Can't get used to this shit what I do u can't do
Told her spend the day w me to the see how it would feel
Niggas out here Lookin for a play u should've took a kneel
You bout to see me turn a thousand to a mill
You bout to see me make this hoe work them heels
Yea nigga I just scored u gotta check em
U ain't turned me on baby that's the weapon
The homie had a near miss count yo blessings
Bitch I'm drippin when I'm dressing
Inbounds if we catch em out then he screwed
Bitch sound stupid every time she switch moves
Want let em talk shit we ain't giving up no room
I got the gang up in this bitch and we ain't listening to no rules
Couple thousands dollars kicks bet not step up on these shoes
What I look like letting somebody play me like I'ma mf fool
Gettin loose in this bitch caught lackin grey goose
Can't get used to this shit what I do u can't do
Written by:
Ross Stribling
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