Lil Quettie and Darrius Spencer - Getting It In

Mmmm, Yea yea yea uhh
Getting it in used to trap out the basement
Toting red beams got the glock wit the laser
Never gone beef if it ain't bout the paper
Ball like the lakers stack all the cake up uhh

Hold up hold up hold up hold up
What? Talk, Talk, yea, talk yea
Let me pop my shit on this junt right quick
Talk, walk on that bihh, walk on that bihh, walk on that bihh, woah!

Getting it in used to trap out the basement
Toting red beams got the glock wit the laser
Never gone beef if it ain't bout the paper
Ball like the lakers, stack all the cake up
Scraping the wall on the pot, until it rock
I'm serving all that I got
Stacking this cash till it rot
My pockets got knots
cin't shopping then get out the spot
Off of the drugs I gotta detox
Run up on gang put yo ass up on Fox
Clientele pumpin no need for the block
Flex on they ass just like I'm The Rock
The coach and the quarterback I call all the shots
Don't go in the party just pimp out the parking lot
She seen what I pull up in dressed up in Louboutin hit her one time now she stalking now

Fuck all of my exes already know I had to shit on em
Bitches steady jocking me ya kno Ian gone trip on em
Go and get a mop lil boy ya kno I had to drip on em
Running wit that sack like Derrick Henry
Had to stiff arm em
Nigga talking bout what he gone do to me this new to me
See em face to face won't buss a move on me,
Truthfully
Usually they mad I fucked they bitch or some that's nudity
Beat the pussy up I lay the smack down yea brutally
Step in the stu I drop hit after hit I'm consistent you know I got bangers bruh
Step in the club and we standing on top shit niggas they twisting they fingers up
cll of my niggas they bosses you ain't getting money then naw you can't hang wit us
My hittas they armed and they dangerous, you try us you gone meet ya maker bruh
Even the blind can see how I'm coming
Made something from nothing turned nothing to something
Imma risk taker it can be 4th and 40 imma throw the Hail Mary you'll never see me punting
Give her the pipe, just like I was plumbing
Told the lil bitch don't stop till I'm cumming
Buss on her face then you know that I'm running
Only thing I'm running to is the money

Getting it in used to trap out the basement
Toting red beams got the glock wit the laser
Never gone beef if it ain't bout the paper
Ball like the lakers, stack all the cake up
Scraping the wall on the pot, until it rock
I'm serving all that I got
Stacking this cash till it rot
My pockets got knots
cin't shopping then get out the spot
Off of the drugs I gotta detox
Run up on gang put yo ass up on Fox
Clientele pumpin no need for the block
Flex on they ass just like I'm The Rock
The coach and the quarterback I call all the shots
Don't go in the party just pimp out the parking lot
She seen what I pull up in dressed up in Louboutin hit her one time now she stalking now

Written by:
Darrius Spencer

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