Fatha Ferg - Gettin' Hype

Ok, bottles on me and the weed got that fire smell
Drunk as fuck and high as H-E-L-L
5 Diff blunts (Blunts)
Cups filled up (Up)
Chokin off puffs (Puffs)
Throwing up gulps (Gulps)
Wanna party with us, well you gotta be a professional
No rookie motherfuckers, no time for no lessons bruh
Me and gang do this on a everyday basis
ENJ, dark Ciroc, and Remy is our favorite
Haters poppin off, motherfuckers just save it
These shells that I blast from a distance, yea they made it
Fucked they girl back in the day now they wanna start beef
This iron man gonna spark, heart critical like Tony
Make his heart skip a beat
Just by seeing the heat
Fuck that, excuse me
I’m a let off 3, and my mans gonna repeat
Leave his as in the street
With as many bullets as MJ got rings
(Hype hype hype hype)
I’m gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
You gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
He gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
She gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
They gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
We gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
I fuck bitches by da group, gettin money by da pound
Nomore chasin shit, I'm livin ma dreams now
On dat Meek Milli swagg
Stay wit a duffle bag
Fuck knockin niggaz out, I'm blastin dem into body bags
Treat him like kunta no need for a toe tag
Decapitate his ass, no need for an open cask
Ain’t sorry for nutin, so I won't be sayin “ma bad"
Always got ma niggas wit me, hell naw we not fags
Ready for anything, I put dat on are dam flags
Ride or die bitches, Thelma and Louise gals
They’ll take one for da team, set it off like Cleo ass
“All about the benijmans” yea Puffy taught me that
No Khalil Mack but a buff nigga wearin all black
Ain’t gotta be cold for a nigga to roc a ski mask
All types of guns, which one you wanna die from
Nigga I’m a bad boy, only da good die young
(Hype hype hype hype)
I’m gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
You gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
He gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
She gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
They gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
We gettin (Hype hype hype hype)
Black boots, black jeans, black hoodie, I’m blacked out
Black mask, black gloves, black glock, lights out
Red beam make em scream
Leave him flowin up the stream
Head shot, u ain’t coming back
Brains, out yo snap back
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
Dirty Diana likes that
Not big but baby Phat
Broke her off Kit Kat
Gorilla glue and cognac
That’s all you, have that
Smoke that sip that
(Smoke that sip that)
Lay back, blaze that, baby that’s what’s up
Stand up, drink up, baby that’s what’s up
Lay back, blaze that, baby that’s what’s up
Stand up, drink up, baby that’s what’s up
Wild out baby (Yeah that’s what’s up)
Get crunk bitch (Yeah that’s what’s up)
Wild out baby (Yeah that’s what’s up)
Get crunk bitch (Yeah that’s what’s up)

Written by:
Jarion Alexander, Mar Alexander, Tim Ferguson

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