Verdadero - I Got It (feat. ValleyBoii)

Yeah I ain't got no time to play
With you youngins
Fuck around and turn a nigga
Into a crash dummy
Fish scale fish fillet how I cook it
Call the trap MJ got it jumping
Got me going insane
With the commas
White girls
They be sniffing on that coca
Got a couple bad tens in designer
Whatever you need girl
You know I got it
I got it let's get started
Plotted for bottles poppin
Ain't no time for these yungins
For disrespect i have no tolerance
I'ma learn ya teach ya a lesson
You can get these hands for free
Woppin ass is my profession
I got it girl let's ride
Like 50 cent get the strap
Evrything has a price
Keep it jumpin like MJ in the trap
I'm here to collect
You can keep da scraps
Fish fillet by the sand bag
You the dummy that crashed
Switched like a bitch
But I'ma have the last laugh
Counting commas in designer
Yeah life is a blast
Yeah I ain't got no time to play
With you youngins
Fuck around and turn a nigga
Into a crash dummy
Fish scale fish fillet how I cook it
Call the trap MJ got it jumping
Got me going insane
With the commas
White girls
They be sniffing on that coca
Got a couple bad tens in designer
Whatever you need girl
You know I got it
Baby tell me how it is
Do you love me
Or is it all just pretend
Coming from the streets
You don't know how I live
I'm the MVP
When it comes to this shit hey
Now they want to know how I flex
Alot of bitches did me wrong
Now I got next
Alot of love I showed
I ain't get none back
I'm gonna take that shit back
Like IRSA
I ain't got no time to play with you
Talk behind you
But they still want to hang with you
Got no time to be wasting
On a fake nigga always got that K
And they'll smoke you
Like a grape swisher
Yeah I ain't got no time to play
With you youngins
Fuck around and turn a nigga
Into a crash dummy
Fish scale fish fillet how I cook it
Call the trap MJ got it jumping
Got me going insane
With the commas
White girls
They be sniffing on that coca
Got a couple bad tens in designer
Whatever you need girl
You know I got it
You say you ball
But your out of bounds though
You a rap undercover
Yeah you a groundhog
Came up from the bottom
Coming from the south dog
Step up in my shoes
You couldn't walk a mile dog
Man these boys pussies
Call them camel toes
My flow sick so i stay zipp'n
On the antidote
Girl lay back as i catapult
You know the result my liquors malt
A blunt of the kush put you to a halt
We don't play we spray
Pull up to ya driveway
Bullets is the entree
I told you little hombres
The old cliche every dog has its day
Yeah I ain't got no time to play
With you youngins
Fuck around and turn a nigga
Into a crash dummy
Fish scale fish fillet how I cook it
Call the trap MJ got it jumping
Got me going insane
With the commas
White girls
They be sniffing on that coca
Got a couple bad tens in designer
Whatever you need girl
You know I got it

Written by:
Fabian Noriega, Michael Martinez

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