Lyrics

Ay yo Daniel, this motherfuckin' hard my boy
Excuse me?
What you mean?
Gatta
It's Getta ****
**** said I'm movin' way too fast cause I don't be around
Secret' smoke from **** that I'm cool with, just figured that out
Ay, Lil bruh, I'm talking' so stop talkin' and sit the fuck down
Disrespect me, yeah, Ight you, look just like how your ass sound
If I ever start robbin', just know getta done went broke
I know I said I wasn't gangsta, but don't take me as no joke
**** claim their ass don't like me, but be watching all my posts
Yeah, you talking shit the most, come stand on business and you don't
(HaHa)
Fuck trapping bitch, I'm just trying to get rich
But I know I take time to map out a plan
**** not fucking with me on the beat, you can
See how this speed, yea on business I stand
I'm not gone play with no ****, lil' bruh I pull
Triggers for real let them bullets start spraying
Dropping these **** bout bands, why would
This **** not like me, I love my fans
Cartier frames through the lens, body bag just for your man
Back in high school, we was cool, it don't mean that we're friends
Don't understand what I'm saying, pork and beans straight out the can
You wasn't close to me then, now I'm going straight in
Money add up by 10, double R phantom or a fin
Let me say this again, ay ay ay, excuse me
My ****, who the fuck is you, I'm sorry, I don't remember
I said excuse me, my ****, who the fuck
Is dude I'm sorry, I don't remember
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Supercharged whip that you can't even catch
No, I don't think I'm up next
Give me that chain off your neck
And we can go check for check, okay
Then we can check who the best, I don't care if you pressed
Bitch I need my respect, I ain't kissing no ass
Forget about that, I ain't talking to bitches
Just hold up a sec, if she do a good job
She can barely get that in a 392
Keep trying to see where you at
I'm a big dog today trying to play with a pet
If that **** talk shit, take his chain off his neck
I'm not talking about nothing, I'll roll this shit back
**** talk about shit, leave his tire on flat
He was slow as a bitch trying to race in that charger
I went got a charger then called it a scat
It's getta, it's getta, it's getta, it's getta
It's getta, it's getta, it's getta
Written by: Da Getta
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