Get Around - JamWayne, Bubba Sparxxx & SHOCKA HUSTLEMANE: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

JamWayne, Bubba Sparxxx & SHOCKA HUSTLEMANE

Get Around

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Get Around was released on February 14, 2025 by JamWayne as a part of the album 2 Weeks Notice

Song Details

Album2 Weeks Notice

Release DateFebruary 14, 2025

LabelJamWayne

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM77

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

JamWayne

Vocals

Bubba Sparxxx

Vocals

SHOCKA HUSTLEMANE

SHOCKA HUSTLEMANE

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jaman Palmer

Songwriter

Warren Mathis

Songwriter

Eean Pitcock

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Karltin Bankz

Producer

Zakk Garner

Producer

Lyrics

I be done told you that we ’bout ’bout it

Fuck around, my bitch gon’ Holly Holm that rowdy rousin’

Yeah, shit get wild, we get wild too

Get around and get it in, what you tryna do?

Uh, you slip, I slidin’ on, you bust a move

I bustin’ too, you catchin’ burners through that Kevlar suit

(JamWayne, what it do, mayne?)

Yeah, I be done told you and you still ain’t listen

Use your head or get decapitated, body missin’

And I'm an old dog, brand new bag of tricks

Few things I had to fix

Supposed to rep the repertoire at a pitch

Strengthen that defense, moist and leather wrist

I better ask him Vince, he way past a prince

Yeah, he a king and the kingdom claim

Go way past the fence, me and JamWayne, two dapper gents

In this bitch, yeah, we in this bitch

It ain't no accidents, God laid this out

May not convince, yeah, may not convince

You observin’ true fact events, real true fact events

Life is that intense

On the way to somethin’ so much greater

Just a few amazin’ moments later

Like when the Oakland Raiders moved to Vegas

I don't hope to date you, still I won't degrade you

Smack it up and rub it, rub it down

But l ain't gon’ parade you

‘Round no city or no village

Let that be your motivator

Make me sick with hollerin’ that you get

Wishing I had shown you favor

I be done, be done

I be done told you that we ’bout ’bout it

Fuck around, my bitch gon’ Holly Holm that rowdy rousin’

Yeah, shit get wild, we get wild too

Get around and get it in, what you tryna do?

Uh, you slip, I slidin’ on, you bust a move

I bustin’ too, you catchin’ burners through that Kevlar suit

Yeah, I be done told you and you still ain’t listen

Use your head or get decapitated, body missin’

I beat that B-A-M-A, bitch

Your mind be M-I-A it seems

I don't know who the fuck done think they wouldn't leakin’ after this

If I don't get you one my brothers will, get back and add on quick

Gettin’ back and crack a cool one when we satisfy revenge

I'm mental, twisted, image, twist, I hate the fuckin’ gimmick

Systematic, crash the system, not a addict, still addicted

Alcoholic, drinkin’ whiskey, always drunk and never sober

Ain't I bet I told you always call before you comin’ over

Runnin’ up’ll get you clovers

Be like, man, don't be that fool

I beat her, slap the teeth up out your mouth

You gum and watch you chew that homin’ burn

Gon’ sing a tune, you hittin’, leakin’ bloody juice

So hard to see the truth, that chopper poppin’, rip through all them fools

The castle when l flew, man, chew Jambo, Bruce Lee when I kung fu

I do this solely for the truth, this homie kill your bitch

And you gon’ end up on the news, what it do?

I be done told you that we ’bout ’bout it

Fuck around, my bitch gon’ Holly Holm that rowdy rousin’

Yeah, shit get wild, we get wild too

Get around and get it in, what you tryna do?

Uh, you slip, I slidin’ on, you bust a move

I bustin’ too, you catchin’ burners through that Kevlar suit

Yeah, I be done told you and you still ain’t listen

Use your head or get decapitated, body missin’

I'm ballin’ down in ‘Bama, thought I played for Roll Tide

Played with Jam and I bet he gon’ hang you like a whole hide

Real recognize real in the south side where we reside

These country boys will talk big game, but don't hide

From the holler to the city, puttin’ on for all the folks

Same one lend a hand known to crack your egg yolk

‘Cause these boys ‘bout it, constantly doin’ the damn thing

Hustlemane, Bubba Sparxxx, and baby got JamWayne

Red, red neck, slidin’ river streams in that tonka toy

‘Bout to step up off the stage, they hollerin’ encore

My folks known to bust ass for everything they need and more

And colder than my truck without no damn heater core

(Ahh shit!)

You ain't fuckin’ with my people, then go kick rocks

You'll come down and get blown out just like a fish spot, ha

I be done told you that we ’bout ’bout it

Fuck around, my bitch gon’ Holly Holm that rowdy rousin’

Yeah, shit get wild, we get wild too

Get around and get it in, what you tryna do?

Uh, you slip, I slidin’ on, you bust a move

I bustin’ too, you catchin’ burners through that Kevlar suit

Yeah, I be done told you and you still ain’t listen

Use your head or get decapitated, body missin’

Written by: Eean Pitcock, Jaman Palmer, Warren Mathis

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