Lyrics:
Get It
By: Luvinnia Flowers.
Uh yeah
Ugh ugh
Everybody come to the dance floor
Everybody come to the dance floor
Right now
What we gone do yeah we
Yeah, it's Lil Beans on it
Tired of being humble bitch
It's Lil Beans on it
Remember late nights I was stuck in my thoughts
Man I took a few L's that
shout ChitChat
High school, dodging bullets at the kickback
Damn, life is fun
It's some days I wanna get back
He say glock is his baby, he was born
don't take no mess, get it off of my chest
I'ma be dressed to impress, no stress, fresh
Off the Eastside, Trae called me up and said
"Unc', I'ma need you
motherfucking friend
Know I ain't lacking when I'm by my lonely
Only da real around me 'til I'm dead
Bitch my name Wreck I done did it again
I hop out the civic
to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately
a get that money get that money you know
My lil brother hit a lick and now he gotta stay low
Yeah my brother yeah my partner getting it in by the loads
Stay away from me - 4x
[Trae]
Guerilla Maab, coming up out the gates
It'd be best, to go and get out the way
Running around, with a K and don't play
Let's give them something to talk about
This the streets, this Trae Tha Truth
Houston what they do? DJ Khaled
Dade County 305, We The Best Music up
on timing
Trae five by my d
Capping saying they put beam to the whip to the what
Lil n he chattin ain't do s
We know you a rat you a snitch
Always on court we
that hopping fire with Trae, will get your bitch ass bled
So everyday it be the same, it's just me and my dogs
Back then I couldn't focus, I was blinded
I been on my own all this time
When I get down, I get by
They ain’t know the goat be this guy
I ain’t know the top got this high
I got what they need
I get money - I get, I
Get money - I get money
It ain't nothin to a boss nigga
I get money - I, I, I, I get money
I get money it ain't nothin
is
Got a temper that'll beat a
Nigga up under the flow
With a pipe that I probably
Sticking up under your ho
If they wanna get it in
Tell em I'm ready
I'm a gangsta my nikka from my head to my feet
Ever since I was a youngin I been livin in the streets
Keep it movin you don't wanna get it goin
I'm a gangsta my nikka from my head to my feet
Ever since I was a youngin I been livin in the streets
Keep it movin you don't wanna get it goin
niggas it take ages fo they get to me
Sticky green bought an eighth in college got some clientele
Put it in a old spice bottle cover up the smell
I
over
And I think it's by 48 hours later
In the boost cause it make you greater
Doing me cause I don't give
A fuck about haters
Sipping up this drink up
up there, the covenant
Pistol right by my side, contemplate dumpin' it
Only if a demon try schemin' or touchin' me
Ooh, yeah, big drip on me
Don't
the same
She thought I had racks but I only got change
And I thought it'd get better, I thought she would change
Cause' the way she acting got me going
to say some
Ball in my possession going in like I'm Trae Young
Slaving in the process and I need reparations
You testing my patience I don't wanna lose it
that's a kid dog
Them niggas took the life that she
Ain't get to live at all
Sometimes I wanna help the ghetto but
It ain't gon' do a thang
'Cause I know
the hood that I roam
I'll run up on a nigga like what it was
And dump, till I hit him with the chrome
They don't wanna get it on
Cause I promise I'm raw with
went from Kris to Caitlyn, you know it's trans
Who that flew by in the 'Rari, same color as Trae Young? You know that's twin
I done fucked this ho for
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