another 1 ft. gettabag3 Lyrics

I had to catch up to the slugs, I had to make a plan

Got a dude jumpin' around, he hit his money dance

Keep the hoe, I don't want her like I'm Buddy Bandz

I keep the hunnids in my pocket, nah, but multiply that shit by ten

I had to catch up to the slugs, I had to make a plan

Got a dude jumpin' around, he hit his money dance

Keep the hoe, I don't want her like I'm Buddy Bandz

I keep the hunnids in my pocket, nah, but multiply that shit by ten

Multiply that shit by ten and then you get a thousand

Sometimes I feel like I'm stranded, I ain't on an island

I might just shed a fuckin' tear when I make that deposit

But until then, I keep on grindin' and I'm never stoppin

Yeah, I'll never stop

It's guaranteed I make chili off of every plot

Been a nigga, so you know she gon' drop her top

Always fuck wit' baby, cause she gon' bring in them knots

Okay, let's talk bout what it is and what it's really not

Cause niggas talk about that (chip)

But don't make no guap

Like all you niggas sound fool up on the beat, y'all need to really stop

Just a young goin' hard, striving to the top, nigga

Make it to the top, like Carti with the Milly Rock

Like Diddy with the Diddy Bop

Like Ash with the crazy slop

Talkin' tough, but he a cornball like he BabyTron

Damn near make a couple bands, and then you know I'm gone

Yeah, we tryna get rich

Tryna talk some nonsense, then he quiet, he a big bitch

Feelin' like 41, the way I'm ridin' with the goons

I ain't never popped the bullets, I won't ever jack a tool

That's some real shit

Yeah, that's some real shit

I don't just speak for no reason, you gotta feel it

Like, nigga, I'm that joint up next, do you hear it?

Niggas postin' uh, sayin' uh, I don't fear 'em

Yeah, like niggas been hoes

Chase no bitch, get that chip, what I been on

Comin' on that fake shit, nigga, you get spit on

Niggas gotta face it, cause niggas never been on

On the beat, go ape shit, nigga, I'm the big goat

Bitch, you a big ho

Only speak with me if you be gettin' hella big dough (big dough)

If you dissin', I don't trip off that lil' shit

But if you speakin' hard, I'ma really take yo lil' bitch

(I had to catch up to 'em)

(I had to catch up to 'em)

(Had to make a plan, had to make a plan)