MR. GO GETTER / COME AROUND ft. JayQ RGG Lyrics

(Nigga I play this shit everyday)

(Everyday a nigga get out of bed

And I pour me another one nigga)

(I get home from work)

(And I pour me another one nigga, I'm outside)

Yeah

I'm a whole menace

Niggas trying to play God but they dead critics

Grown nigga, I'm a man with it

If you don't got your blick you should go get it

I'm a sniper nigga, aim from long distance

Go get it like a bad serve in tennis

Show some love with it

I got my cup it got some mud in it

Put on my tux and now I'm out for business

Mr. Go Get It (I'ma go get it)

Yeah

I'ma go get it (I'ma go get it)

I get the chicken, bread, the green, the gold relish

(And the gold relish)

Yeah

I'ma go get it (What?)

I'ma go get it, yeah

Go get a check and I go get a bag

And I fuck on lul shorty I smack on that ass

If I up wit this glock then you know I'm gon spazz

And you won't see a face cause we all got a mask

I bust at a nigga I complete the task

Wont hit the net ion beef wit no fags

I just be wit them gettas we don't wave no flags

We gon run that bag up 'til we all got a bag

Know we gon march to the bag like a soldier

We ready for war we gon step 'til the finish

I don't give a fuck if nobody was wit me

I'll step by myself do this shit independent

I'm in the black and you know I got mask and all black

For you niggas who want happy endings

I'm Real Go Getta the shit that I'll do

For my fam better stop me cause JAYQ relentless

Ain't fucking wit ya

Niggas will switch on you quick

How you eating but I can't eat wit ya?

Fuck whats for dinner

I done fed niggas who turned to be snakes

Now they ass on the menu

Showed niggas love did that shit like we blood

And when I turn my back niggas be out to get ya

Nah I don't trust niggas

I just show love niggas crossing my boundary

I'll be out to get ya (Be out to get ya)

I'm a whole menace

Niggas trying to play God but they dead critics

Grown nigga, I'm a man with it

If you don't got your blick you should go get it

I'm a sniper nigga, aim from long distance

Go get it like a bad serve in tennis

Show some love with it

I got my cup it got some mud in it

Put on my tux and now I'm out for business

Mr. Go Get It (I'ma go get it)

Yeah

I'ma go get it (I'ma go get it)

I get the chicken, bread, the green, the gold relish

(And the gold relish)

Yeah

I'ma go get it

I'ma go get it

Yeah

I'ma go get it

Wouldn't be Raiatouille unless I had a skillet

Just emptied my red cup, I'ma go fill it

Accepting all bread and beef, I want a philly

Replace my heart with my real one when it's chilly

Yeah, she want me to sign her titties

Yeah, she wont get nun' but a penny

Yeah, I want these hundreds and fifties

Yeah, I don't give fuck bout these bitches

These bitches some birds and I'm all bout a band

I don't give

I don't give time for no messing

I want all my cash on demand

I done got, I done got spatulas

I been whisking the pots and the pans

Plenty thots that text me on the gram

Plenty plugs that done served me for grams

I met friends that done turned into fam

Probably got friends that're still hiding their venom

Probably got opps that still think 'I can get him'

My nigga cant catch up to Mr. Go Getter

I stay on 10, that's the size of my shoe

And I've done so much stepping so now I cant fit 'em

Mr. Go Getter, bitch I'ma go get it

Got cash inside, and it's surrounding my denim

(It's coming right back to me)

(I'ma go get it and get it again)

(What goes around comes around)

(A nigga been had it twice)

I'ma go get it

Yeah,

What goes around comes around

A nigga been had it twice

Been swimming thru plenty of fish in the sea

And all of them bite

I gotta let 'em go

If they're not moving with me, I move precisely

Avoiding a crisis these niggas they all lips

They talking like they wear a sheisty

I been said that I'ma go get it

But I ain't gon show it when I go and claim it

Father how you feel your son gon be famous

Momma how you feel, we past all them cravings

Every single meal was made in the oven

Now I get to work bitch I button up buttons

Checks in the checkings yeah I ain't so new to this

Drunk and driving, I hop out the coupe the piss

Raiatouille been cheffin' so hard through this album

My tendons are about to fall off the wrist

If you ain't see it now bitch I'm deep in my prime

I'm transforming new shit call me Optimus

I'm so optimistic, I don't miss

This is real life, I don't use an oculus

And they couldn't see how far I'm going

Even if they had some binoculars

I done said so much facts and that's on my mom

Raiatouille spittin' but I spilled the sauce

I sent down on this kitchen a pentecost

I freestyle, I don't know what a pen would cost

And I been on a hiatus

For 730 days I'ma play these facts

And this is just the preview

Better know eleven letters is spinning back

Mr. Get A Rack

I spit all my confessions

Mr. Go Get & Fetch It

I said I need retention

Now there's no more shoulder weight or tension

(I'm in heaven)

(I'm in heaven)

(I'm in heaven)