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iGetIt
Hip-Hop/Rap
iGetIt was released on October 11, 2025 by Roundtree DaGr8 as a part of the album DaGr8 Black Shark - EP
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Release DateOctober 11, 2025
LabelRoundtree DaGr8
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roundtree DaGr8
Roundtree DaGr8
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Gore
Jonathan Gore
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Florence Louise Gore
Florence Louise Gore
Producer

Lyrics

She want a new car I get it
Want designer clothes I get it
The opps they kno that I’m wit it
Im constantly counting up digits
Make your year salary a matter of minutes
My temper is short like a midget
I was spinnin those blocks like a fidget
Master P I’m a soldier no limits
I’m tired of just posting these snippets
Voice squeak can’t rap off the whippets
At My show it’s gon cost for the tickets
I’m bout bread but ain’t talkin bout biscuits
Im bout bread not talking croissant
s/o YSL yeah talkin Saint Laurent
Woodie and Gunna started telling
So my services I started selling
Yak argument in court was compelling
Now I wanna discharge firearm into dwelling
A rat is what I am smelling
YSTell is the correct spelling
Omertà is what I’m yelling
In jail Thug ego was too swelling
So this gangsta shyt I’m repelling
Thought we stick to the code that everyone is rebelling
She want a new car I get it
Want designer clothes I get it
The opps they kno that I’m wit it
Im constantly counting up digits
Make your year salary a matter of minutes
My temper is short like a midget
I was spinnin those blocks like a fidget
I was spinning those blocks like a fan
Tryna Burn a **** like a tan
When they Killed Jenn Robb they forced my hand
No more drive bys cause down we ran
Leave em smoked sausage on his own land
Lynch that ass way worse than the Klan
Death before dishonor but I’m not from Japan
When I got rich life went according to plan
Now I’m my town I’m known as the man
I buried the bodies they covered in sand
I buried the bodies some covered in dirt
I laced one opp his death didn’t even hurt
Then I hit his ol lady before he was bury that pussy had squirt
He dissed on the gang got put on a shirt
Pussy ass rappers caught them and they skirt
She want a new car I get it
Want designer clothes I get it
The opps they kno that I’m wit it
Im constantly counting up digits
Make your year salary a matter of minutes
My temper is short like a midget
I was spinnin those blocks like a fidget
I’m spending my guap I deserve it
Marry my bitch because she is worth it
Nobody on earth perfect
But my baby know how to work it
My daughter I told her to birth the kid
From that day the hood me was converted
The good me left that nigha deserted
All the energy I exerted
Now I’m on the track makin sure it’s perfectly worded
Like a rizz up when I flirted
Make sure it don’t sound too perverted
By the ice on my ear she diverted
She accidentally blurted out she squirted
My 3rd leg was already alerted
Her and her friends like I herded
Thought we ain’t hear that sneak diss but I heard it
Obstacles in my way imma swerve it
She want a new car I get it
Want designer clothes I get it
The opps they kno that I’m wit it
Im constantly counting up digits
Make your year salary a matter of minutes
My temper is short like a midget
I was spinnin those blocks like a fidget
Written by: Jonathan Gore
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