RME Skate - Let's Get It

Let's get it, Stack all the hundreds and fifties
Broke niggas make me sick, Always penny pinching
Put in the work, Ima go farther than niggas
Yea they know who the goat, I go harder than niggas
Act like he the man, He just in the middle
He just lost his mans, Aint none I can tell him
Bitch look like Tyra, And got bank ima hit her
My dawg lock down, He showed me shanks in the prison

No kizzy, I keep a glizzy
Hang with Bad Boys, Knock you off just like Diddy
And, Ima be rich like his kids
Fuck a drive by, Walk them down with the sig
I don't trust them, They so cap like Lids
Look like a model, I walk with a bad lil hoe
Lean in my soda, While smoking on Cali dope
He so sweet, Let the choppa bust his cantaloupe
Took a perc, I think I need me another dose
Hit a Spanish bitch, Then I told her adios
Bitch try to ask for some bread, Then she gotta go
Since I ain't cashapping, She tryna say I'm broke
Just like a YSL member, I might wipe your nose
Yea, Slatt Slime
10 racks in Lenox, So I got my nine
Come put it on me bae, I think you fine
She think it's her, But got drugs on my mind
Not sipping for real, He just poured a line
I been in the field, I'm riding I'm sliding
I'm high for real, I popped a perc in the sky
I told her i'm like Drake bae, I won't tell no lie
Made 30 racks, Almost cried
Can't let no bitch, Fuck up my pride
Can't let no nigga, Take my life
If he try, It's like suicide
Doors on the whip, Gone be suicide
21 Savage, Bitch I got a lot

Let's get it, Stack all the hundreds and fifties
Broke niggas make me sick, Always penny pinching
Put in the work, Ima go farther than niggas
Yea they know who the goat, I go harder than niggas
Act like he the man, He just in the middle
He just lost his mans, Aint none I can tell him
Bitch look like Tyra, And got bank ima hit her
My dawg lock down, He showed me shanks in the prison

I'm just a Young Thug, That ran up my digits
Fuck a job, Rather take risk for these riches
Nothing last forever, I ain't cuffing these bitches
These diamonds on me, Cost me a ticket
Brownskin bitch, My hoe look like Jada Pinkett
No I'm not Will, This a Glock not a smith and
My bitch called me a addict, Like shut up won't listen
These days don't talk to hoes, Racks catch their attention
They know like Shawty Lo, Got no choice to get it
He aint my ponta no, Found out he was snitching
I had trap out my home, Caught plays in the kitchen
Like Kevin twin ride along, He keep him a fifty
And the draco, Holding titties
Nigga say smoke, Fuck the talking man let's get it

Let's get it, Stack all the hundreds and fifties
Broke niggas make me sick, Always penny pinching
Put in the work, Ima go farther than niggas
Yea they know who the goat, I go harder than niggas
Act like he the man, He just in the middle
He just lost his mans, Aint none I can tell him
Bitch look like Tyra, And got bank ima hit her
My dawg lock down, He showed me shanks in the prison

Written by:
Devonte' Brown

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