Lyrics
I'm at the studio, bro, what's up?
Where you finna go?
Chia!
I'm at, I'm at, I'm at, I'm at, I'm at the studio
Check me out, bitch
Yeah
C'mon, let's get it
Uh
C'mon, let's get it
Uh
Yeah
Pussy ass **** ain't got no love for us
Rawhide and some fire, c'mon, let's get it (let's go)
We finna retire, c'mon, let's get it (he does)
He think he Oscar Myers, sellin' food, let's get it (that dawg)
He gon' expire, he run off, let's get it (yeah)
Look, Rawhide and some fire, c'mon, let's get it (we outta here)
So we finna retire, c'mon, let's get it (he does)
He think he Oscar Myers, sellin' food, let's get it (that boy)
He gon' expire, he run off, let's get it (he does)
Had to cut some **** off, it's crazy, now we winnin' (where we at?)
Bro, whatever **** on, ayy, you know we with it (it's whatever)
I ain't even lookin' at 'em, I'm like, "Bro, I see you" (I see you)
Oh, you lookin' for some food? Come right here, I'll feed you (come get it)
Heard they shits takin' the four, I tell them boys I need it (what they at?)
Tried to bring it back, it's been a week, I told his ass to beat it (it's over)
Ayy, what y'all think is somethin'? Shit be really nothin'
Know my kid's life, gon' leave the house for less than one-eight-hundred (one-eight-hundred)
Still know it ain't my house, if that boy ain't jumpin' (nah)
It's time to go a different route, if them boys ain't comin' (we done)
Every time I see a blender, my mind be like, "Hit it" (I'm sick)
Bro got a spot, they pay a dollar, I'm like, "Bitch, let's get it" (go)
Rawhide and some fire, come on, let's get it (let's go)
We finna retire, come on, let's get it (duh)
He think he Oscar Mayer, sellin' food, let's get it (that dawg)
He gon' expire, he run off, let's get it (he dead)
Look, Rawhide and some fire, come on, let's get it (yeah)
So we finna retire, come on, let's get it (yeah)
He think he Oscar Mayer, sellin' food, let's get it (boy)
He gon' expire, he run off, let's get it (let's get it, yeah)
Pussy on your feet, hair riding in Oxycontin
Put you on your (pussy, yeah, **** ain't got no love for him)
Who put you on your feet? Hair riding in Oxycontin
Shawty had a plug with the food, I was out here doctor shoppin'
I'm talkin' three farms, one rental, like twenty-five patients
Farm take like twenty minutes, my people outside waitin'
I'm talkin' inside job, I'm cool with 'em, I buy 'em lunch
I'm talkin' ten hour drive for ten thou', that ain't enough
Boy, get your shit together, my country boys'll spend whatever (come on)
A different bag, different season, change up with the weather (change up with the weather)
Next month it could be this, but this month it might be that
441, Daisy Lane, rap don't work, I'm goin' back, ****
Rawhide and some fire, come on, let's get it (let's go)
We finna retire, come on, let's get it (duh)
He think he Oscar Mayer, sellin' food, let's get it (that dog)
He gon' expire, he run off, let's get it (let's get it, yeah)
Look, Rawhide and some fire (come on, let's get it), let's get out of here (let's get it)
So we finna retire, come on, let's get it (duh)
He think he Oscar Mayer, sellin' food, let's get it (that boy)
He gon' expire, he run off, let's get it (duh)
Written by: LOM Rudy
