Gotta Get It (feat. Terrence Green)

Hook:

Yea man I gotta get it, Money, hoes, cars,

Yea I talk it cause I live Really with the shits,

full clip you gon feel it

It’s really no limit

Cause yo I gotta gotta gotta Get it

Verse 1:

I’ll pull up on ya block,

Laser on the chop,

Air the whole area out, lookin for ops

Talk tough on the gram, then you run to the cops

This ain’t what you want my ****, prolly should stop, Never personal I hope you understand

brah,

I get the poppin, now you dropping from my hands huh, And Since you posin, Get the flashin

like a camera,

But this ain’t kodak, know that dropping where you stand Huh..

shorty ass fat I hit it with my hands up,

Now she my bitch, cause you can’t get ya bands up,

and shit I gave her what she need, and sweated out her weave, then told her she could leave ,

Got damn bruh.

Verse 2:

You wanted smoke now you ash,

Revokin ya pass

You thought you was bad,

BANG

So much for that

So much pizzaz

To go with this cash

The economy will shift if I go in my stash,

I’m so in my bag, a lion to you alley cats

Mommas cryin, her baby dyin he tried to act,

Fuckin with the masters, black gloves and maskes, I had to play ghost and turn him in to

Casper,

Now that’s a closed casket, I’ll show up with flowers and act sad shit,

Gun drum go shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yay, Such a ol dirty bastard...