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Get Mo' (feat. Rell Locc)
Hip-Hop/Rap
Get Mo' (feat. Rell Locc) was released on July 11, 2025 by 8309467 Records DK2 as a part of the album This Ain't That - EP
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Release DateJuly 11, 2025
Label8309467 Records DK2
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deciph4
Deciph4
Rap
Rell Locc
Rell Locc
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Mason
Richard Mason
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spook Da Monster
Spook Da Monster
Producer
Maurice Lee
Maurice Lee
Producer
Jaz Brewer
Jaz Brewer
Engineer

Lyrics

Money over bitches, for my family Imma soldier
Fuck wit them I'll up stick and get to Fanning like Dakota
But Id rather run this money up.. that's word to Tyson Gay
Im in my own lane, you lames can't get the time of day
All of my ambitions specific, see I don't fit the mold
Rockin wit my patnas fa dollas like I got hits of gold
The streets is always watching stand solid on yo depiction told
'For heavy metal spark and ignite you just like a kitchen stove
I heard you switched and told, while under pressure
I only fuck wit those who show loyalty wit no effort
She spoil me cuz Im fresher.. or maybe it's the energy
Advancing towards objectives and no weapon formed can hinder me
You Diggotry? I'm rising like taxes, ain't nothin' stopping me
I bet I set a different example for **** watchin' me
I'm done hanging out just drinkin' and smoking' broccoli
I'm on my Parker Brothers, too busy playin' Monopoly
Money over bitches but it's family first
Might hit the clock but I still got my hand in her purse
Im orchestrating' plays puttin' plans into work
I'd rather stack a hundred bands than put my cannon to work
But thangs ain't the same no mo'
I dun seen a lot of fake **** come a lot of real **** go
I keep my grass cut.. keep it 100 wit my folks
Hustlin', thuggish, trynna get mo'.. ya know
It's f-o-e, so my family I put first
Get to fuckin' wit my fam I'll put you suckas in a hearse
I'm goin' overtime for the money **** I puts in hard work
I'm a hustla but I still keep my hand in a bitch purse
Imma jack of all trades for the cheddar I do dirt
Get to playin wit my chippers then you bitches get hurt
I ride for the mob and for the mob you get merked
Imma block boy street **** still go hard for the turf
Imma d-boy at heart still got the plug on the work
Imma natural born gritta my favorite day is the 1st
That's the day I sell everything including a purse
But the game it ain't the same, man this shit dun got worse
Most of these **** they some snitches, wearing wires in they shirts
Yeah I noticed it ain't that many real ones left on this earth
So I stay by my lonely and only ride for what it's worth
And I keep a couple of Glocks, and chops, and drakes that'll jerk
Money over bitches but it's family first
Might hit the clock but I still got my hand in her purse
Im orchestrating' plays puttin' plans into work
I'd rather stack a hundred bands than put my cannon to work
But thangs ain't the same no mo'
I dun seen a lot of fake **** come a lot of real **** go
I keep my grass cut.. keep it 100 wit my folks
Hustlin', thuggish, trynna get mo'.. ya know
Written by: Richard Mason
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