I Had to Get'm Lyrics

I had to get him

My fingers they got to itching

I'm on the paper like pencils

Quit flinching or I'm a clip him

I had to get him

He flexing without a weapon

I'm stomping with all the steppers

That sucker shit ain't respected

Look I had to get him, he asked for this one

Brrr hah stick him, another victim of a stick-up

Pro club hoodie, I'm probably packing pistol

Gotta rob a nigga later, won't need a mask for this one

I really ought to get me a job and stick to it

But I'm in love with fast cash and rap music

I fucked my money up, the stash I ran through it

Need my trap back booming so back to bag moving

With goons I move fluid, I clap he act stupid,

Might intimidate the witness in court he act clueless

Like I don't know who did it judge, I ain't see a thing

But he just know if he tell it then my posse bringing him pain

I ain't nothing like you new rap niggas you understand

I turned a quarter ounce of powder to several grand

Ayy this a flip phone don't ever hit me on the gram

I sell them two for a hundred, you can get it on demand

And when the trap slow up, the gat show up

Hand it over and do it slowly before your hat blow up

Ayy we was all getting cheddar until the rats showed up

And everybody say they gangsta till the stats show up

My nigga please, you can miss me like strike three

I'm high key the brightest mind since lime green

A polished pen homie you don't hear these rhyme schemes

I ain't fitting in with wack rappers yeah that's a tight squeeze

It's crazy thinking people sleeping on my genius

But once I got it popping they was hopping on my

I'm with G's that'll squeeze on the creep like jeepers,

I bring the whole pie to your door for cheese pizza

Need it all, brand new socks and draws

If I go broke I'm going back to hitting flocks and all

Seen him looking like a lick so I completed the job

And prior to me selling dope shit I professionally robbed

I gotta get him

I had to get him

My fingers they got to itching

I'm on the paper like pencils

Quit flinching or I'm a clip him

I had to get him

He flexing without a weapon

I'm stomping with all the steppers

That sucker shit ain't respected

I had to get him

My fingers they got to itching

I'm on the paper like pencils

Quit flinching or I'm a clip him

I had to get him

He flexing without a weapon

I'm stomping with all the steppers

That sucker shit ain't respected