Gotta Lyrics

It's getting late in the morning, shit started get boring

So I started recording, hold up

Momma ran up in the room, swore it's like three in the morning

She said it's time to go to sleep, what

Ayy, so I walk up to them sheets

I started thinking bout them dreams

I started thinking what I'm finna be

Ayy, see I've always been the G

Everyone fuck with me

Cause I'm getting all this cheese

What up, uh

Going too fast in the V

Smoke a pound of weed

Got that new Glock 17

Automatic light and beam

Yeah, everyone wanna fuck with me

Ayy, uh, ayy

Got them new shoes

Like every other week

New cars, what I really need

Great vibes of smoking weed

Hold up, bad bitches is all I see

What up, ayy

See, you wanna be like me

Man, yeah, you gotta get it

You gotta get your shit together

Then you're fucking winning

You gotta be fucking determined

If you sitting on your ass in your room like me

Then you're fucking worthless

You gotta find your purpose

You gotta get your shit together

Gotta stack some money

I'm talking Blue Hunnids

You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, uh

You gotta, you gotta, you gotta, what

You gotta think that you rich

You gotta think that you the shit

You gotta walk up in this bitch

Like you straight up on the shit

Straight up ownership

What up, woah, woah

You gotta live your dreams, man

Or else never make it

You gotta take some risks, man

Or else never take it

You gotta speak the truth

Or else you always faking

Hold up, woah, woah

Looking stylish, no stylist

Bitches always be eyeing dis

Flying up in my rocket shit

Vibes is always be positive

Crazy ain't no stopping it, uh

Talking new chain, I'm copping it, woah

Talking new chain, I'm copping it

Walk around and I'm balling

Shit drop a couple bands

Hold up just for some acknowledgement