Lyrical Breakdown of Get It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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(Beezo need cash only, ya dig?)
(Louie Montana)
This Lil Top, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm with that shit, I make you all get to steppin'
Bitch, you play with us, I bet the laws ain't gon' help ya
Bitch, you know we stepped, y'all better all play it careful
Bitch, you play with us, I bet yo' mama have to bury ya
And I could put that on Ten, we be steppin' on shit
Yeah, gang just sprayed another whip
Went and bought another stick
I'm like, "Hold on," bitch we get down, no you can't rep off this
Yeah, tell 'em find another trick, this as gangster as it get
Play round' know it's gon' go down
I'm with some niggas hold they 3s up, and they hold they 4 down
I'm with some youngin's throw them Bs up
They'll shoot the store down
Shorty shoot that cutter and can't hold on
Bitch you better get down, or get your top blown
Poppin' plenty, spin for Beany, check my pendant, yeah-yeah
Kick my pimpin', sip I'm sippin', probably with your mammy
Ratchet-ass nigga bootin' up, 'cause he know he can
Slimes wit 'em and they tooled up, you ain't gon' fuck with that
You locked in jail, can't get no mat, I know they hoes, these niggas cap
This murder gang, you know I'm that
IG model, they get trained and I'ma fuck her from the back
Pocket full of funnel cakes
What that is? That's plenty stacks
Smell gun smoke, that's plenty gats
Bitch, I'm with that shit, I make you all get to steppin'
Bitch, you play with us, I bet the laws ain't gon' help ya
Bitch, you know we stepped, y'all better all play it careful
Bitch, you play with us, I bet yo' mama have to bury ya
And I could put that on Ten, we be steppin' on shit
Yeah, gang just sprayed another whip
Went and bought another stick
I'm like, "Hold on," bitch we get down, no you can't rep off this
Yeah, tell 'em find another trick, this as gangster as it get
Voices in my brain, can't seem to cope with all this pain, huh
Some shit ain't gon' change, I hold it down 'cause I'm a man
I shoot that stick at you, ya bitch
I won't forget who said my name
They on my dick, just tell 'em don't forget to mention Murda Mane
Hold on, bro'nem slidin', once they spot 'em, up and fire, dirt the bitch
Stop yellin' tryna make security come inside, ya dirty bitch
Make a grown mane sit, crash, somebody get it
I get ignorant on this silly shit, tryna make some millions
I've been down for too long, don't nobody get it (get it)
I don't got nobody, be fuckin' lonely
Not trustin' none of these bitches (not trustin' none of these bitches)
I say, "Kamikaze," now come and get me
Bitch this how I'm livin' (bitch this how I'm livin')
Nigga tryin' somethin' at my door, and ain't successful
Bitch I'm wishin', (wishin') I say-
Bitch, I'm with that shit, I make you all get to steppin'
Bitch, you play with us, I bet the laws ain't gon' help ya
Bitch, you know we stepped, y'all better all play it careful
Bitch, you play with us, I bet yo' mama have to bury ya
And I could put that on Ten, we be steppin' on shit
Yeah, gang just sprayed another whip
Went and bought another stick
I'm like, "Hold on," bitch we get down, no you can't rep off this
Yeah, tell 'em find another trick, this as gangster as it get