Lyrics:
Hey what's up homie's
It's your boy rjay on the track yo
let's get this shit done right now
Yeah we call it connect
Woo
UM records on this bitch
I
I don't have no one but me myself and I
Listen
I gotta get some work done man
I ain't come in the studio just to chill
This Swizz just flew out,
Picture me on an island, the only way to get in is to fly in
To be honest I don't want it to be private but I can't fit the human race inside it
So
Let's get crunk
Baby don't play dumb
Baby don't say none
It's on me
Louie 13 and the Cris on me
Dimes wall to wall in the VIP
The age don't
selling you sold (What), I don't know the cost (Aye, yea)
Had run it like a track race (Track)
Know LLG we in first place
me and the squad we gon' make it
rap
Now let me clap back
Cause I'll snap on whoever
That try to come for me
Cause your opinions don't even matter
You can just keep that to yourself
I did the work, I did it first, I'm organized just like the sorter,
Dreaming big, I never listen, don't believe cos you a doubter,
When you saw me out
and narrow, or death is on your track, death is on your track.
Crooked dice and your crooked cards,
Will get you slaughtered, let me warn you pards,
Yes, death
wanna get involved
(You wanna get involved?)
G-Get involved
I don't mean to come on, come on too strong
But girl you make me weak
Look so pretty,
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
a 360 with me
With pen and I let it bleed
I'll pay for all of your jewelry
All of your groupies and
All of your foolery
But Imma recoup it
So don't you be
on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't love a bitch
Most these niggas don't even deserve
A track from me first of all
Let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get your tall ass out that C-Class coupe
Get it started, get stupid
Don't worry 'bout it people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like the infant new kid
Inch by inch with a new
know the city
Better not get caught in the wrong trenches
What's on your wrist, million?
And next week, it might be a zillion (woo)
Kanye let me
on
Just get on back to livin' again
Get on back, get on back
Wherever life takes me I don't know, hey
Just give me a truth and let me grow, ooh
I have
crazy on tracks, I be losing it
Ay, I don't let go and I step
Ay, this be the reason I step
Wait, I'm stepping on motherfuckers necks
Ay, I go and I get
a fuss
But before you make another move
Let's start by taking care of us
I don't want nobody
To give me nothing
Open up the door
I'll get it myself
the Peas will do it
Get started, get stupid
Don't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with
the Peas will do it
Get started, get stupid
Don't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with
the Peas will do it
Get started, get stupid
Don't worry about it, people, we'll walk you through it
Step by step like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with
wanna get involved
(You wanna get involved?)
G-Get involved
I don't mean to come on, come on too strong
But girl you make me weak
Look so pretty,
What we really need to do is put that hoe on the track man
(any batch, superbad, any batch, smell that?)
Well let me borrow yo' broad (let me borrow
not a dream, I don't wanna sleep
Part me wants to get up and demolish these mother fuckers critiquin' me
Have to decency, Jesus I can't believe this
You
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