The Gist

Get the gist right, get it like we in the club

Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot

Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right

Heavy in the mix like

Yeah get the gist right

Get it like we in the club

Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot

Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right

Heavy in the mix like

Yeah get the gist right

City slicka pull up on the scene

With the cash ruling everything around me The Cream

Money, power, respect- Been at it for the green

While I'm spitting facts- Run it back this crack for the fiends

All up in the spot, with a queen up in the jeans

And it's rockabye baby lil lady then I leave

Magic with the lip, ain't no tricks under my sleeve

Vanishing the whip, sipping liquor and OE

Plot and scheming with it, make a killing and repeat

Like this R.I.P. up in it cemetery eulogy

Real ones next to me, only deal with kings and queens

Finna raise the heat, testing me, you rest in peace

From the cradle to the grave, I get the gist of this shit

Putting work in with my dawgs, we getting lit in this bitch

Been in the mix with it- Hit a lick to get me a fix

Frito-Lay Cheeto with Doritos, give me the chips

I got a hundred type of girls in mind Black, brown, yellow, white

Twisted litty, feel myself and hit the city Riding by

Up, then it's stuck Never down, never slip

Jug and move, what it do Baby give me the gist

What it is, hoe, keep it short, keep it sweet

I'ma keep it fly, with it I'ma keep it me

Ain't talking money, we ain't talking bout a thing

And there aint, nothing funny when I'm all about the cream

Get the gist right, get it like we in the club

Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot

Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right

Heavy in the mix like

Yeah get the gist right

Get it like we in the club

Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot

Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right

Heavy in the mix like

Yeah get the gist right

Need me something thicker than snickers

Between her sweeter than swishers

Get the picture finna let me hit cause I'm that ****

Mascara, eyeliner, designer when I'm with her

Bad bitch vibe, she wanna ride it when we lit up

And I hate Twitter, Snapchat, Facebook, IG, and TikTok

Make it hard for motherfuckers like me

Algorithm rhythm, baby, pose for the post

Dip it low and pick it up slow and show me the most

Sorta kinda something like that, I just go with the flow

No time for ops, no time for cops, fasho, you already know

Straight up square and sucka duckin when I ride on the low

Pinata pussy gon' seduce the magic stick

And she wantin someone to

Ride & pump her gas, Go take out her trash

Grip and smack that ass without having to ask

And don't be worried bout her while she worry bout hers

In that thing like boomerang be back in the flash

I got a hundred type of girls in mind Black, brown, yellow, white

Twisted litty, feel myself and hit the city Riding by

Up, then it's stuck Never down, never slip

Jug and move, what it do Baby give me the gist

What it is, hoe, keep it short, keep it sweet

I'ma keep it fly, with it I'ma keep it me

Ain't talking money, we ain't talking bout a thing

And there aint, nothing funny when I'm all about the cream

Get the gist right, get it like we in the club

Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot

Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right

Heavy in the mix like

Yeah get the gist right

Get it like we in the club

Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot

Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right

Heavy in the mix like

Yeah get the gist right