Get It Done Lyrics

Yeah

Go

Go

Yeah

Go

Uh, look

You the type to complain about it

I'm the type to get it done

You ran up a bag or two

I ran up a couple dozen

Now that I got up

All these niggas tryna be my cousin

Said that you been down since I been comin' up

I know you wasn't

Used to take the bus

Now I'm the nigga that's gon' get it bussin

Used to listen to Tip

Now I give tips to niggas that should be hustling

Paid for all these guns

So why the fuck would I be tryna tussle

Livin' check to check is not a flex

You gotta build your muscle

It's all about the mental

I don't fuck with ranch

This Rollie Rollie is a presidential

I could be the GOAT without a post

But just off my potential

I don't talk a lot

That's for the opps

My life is confidential

I could turn a bum into a pimp

My game is quintessential

Niggas hate on me

Because I'm me

I gotta keep a pistol

I ain't write this shit

It's off the dome

Like I ain't have a pencil

I bought a cash

Like I can't have a rental

She told me I was him

But I knew I was him

Since I was little

I had to learn to handle life cause I was shooting shit without a dribble

I had to feed the gang

Man, this for all the dogs

That ain't come out to kennel

We came up out the mud

I got hella packs

Came out the south

Just like my nigga Chubb

Like how the fuck I'm turnin

These VVs into another dub

Like why the fuck y'all pay

To sit on couches in somebody's club

Like what the fuck I'm supposed

To tell these hoes

ain't want me from the jump

Like who the fuck y'all bitches think y'all is?

That pussy mid as fuck

My niggas servin' white boy

In that field

I call it Cooper Kupp

I'm not the type to argue

With no man

You tryna shoot or what

You the type to complain about it

I'm the type to get it done

You ran up a bag or two

I ran up a couple dozen

Now that I got up

All these niggas

Tryna be my cousin

I said that you been down

Since I been comin' up

I know you wasn't

You the type to complain about her

I'm the type to get it done

I'm the type of nigga

To fuck your baby mom

Now you the son

I'm the type of nigga

That get clutch

Like it was two to one

You the type of bitch

That sucks some dick

And think that you the one

You the type to bitch

To find a trick

And think that you the one

When I never been the type

To trip on shit

Cause I know what it was

You the type to complain about it

I'm the type to get it done

You ran up a bag or two

I ran up a couple dozen

Now that I got up

All these niggas

Tryna be my cousin

I said that you been down

Since I been comin' up

I know you wasn't

Used to take the bus

Now I'm the nigga

That's gon' get it bussed

Used to listen to Tip

Now I give tips

To niggas that should be hustling

Paid for all these guns

So why the fuck

Would I be tryna tussle

Livin' check to check

Is not a flex

You gotta build your muscle

You the type to complain about it

I'm the type to get it done

You the type to complain about it

I'm the type to get it done

You the type to complain about it

I'm the type to get it done

You the type to complain about it

I'm the type to get it done

You the type to complain about it

I'm the type to get it done