GOTTA Lyrics

Uhhh yeah, uhhh yeah

Its get ya, Its get ya, Its get ya, Its get ya

Its get ya, Its get ya, Its get ya, Its get ya

Its get ya soul snatched

Stupid contenders we ended your efforts changing directions

Rewriting amendments you live in resentment

The pendant is gold drowning in woes

You know how it goes no new deals but the clique stayed real

Spit in your face just to show you how I feel

Voice is tantalizing lies with excitement

The proof is out the pudding so fuck the indictment

Acquisition, acquisition, acquisition

Fuck up the place then case gets dismissing

Pick up the pieces and rip em apart

No time for talking get busy with art

Old school flow with that new school thought

Fuck out my face for your outlined in chalk

You a dumb bitch getting fucked in the dark

Huh, you a bitch for real Accumulate quick cash make life surreal

Independent crash course Jesus take the wheel

Trynna touch your soul, fuck coping a feel

But I can show your bitch how good dick really feel

Okay, I been thinking bout death since I was a little one

All this money in the world I gotta go get me some

I gotta go rummage funds I gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta

Go get me some I gotta go get me some

If you see the opps can you please holla hootie hoo

Rapping doing shows people be like ayy who are you

So effortless a two-tone specialist

Cashmere etiquette there's more to what it seems man this shit ain't desolate

Methadone Methodist my therapist is prejudiced

Getting so careless messing with the derelicts

Let me get myself together puffing sense getting lighter than a fucking feather

Big brother control yes I'm changing the weather

Tether you if you try to fucking enter my center

However take a cleaver to whoever cause I'm clever

Psyche balance like a lever

Pivot past you become a brand new endeavor

The ties are severed the lies be pressured

Your error ain't lesser

They'll kill you for pleasure or terror forever

So cherish this treasure

Displeasure for beggars

Feelings fired through suppressors all L's taken from mistake to a lesson

Comatose thoughts got me questioning profession like

Okay yeah where is the obsession

Possessions ain't shit

Depression a bitch oh lord this Smith and Wesson might hit

Thats why I gotta dip out pick up a new sick route

This little life of mine oh lord I gotta figure out

I gotta go get me some I gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta

Go get me some I gotta gotta gotta gotta go get me some

I gotta go get me some I gotta go get me some

Get me some I gotta go get me some

I gotta go get me some I gotta go get me some

I gotta go get me some

I gotta go get me some

I gotta go get me some I gotta go get me some

I gotta go get me some

We back for part two

No need to argue

You got something to say

Please wait in the queue

So sweet you fructose I'm large and obtuse

Shit

Walking down the street with my dick out Who gon' stop me

08 Ultima over a Maserati Brody up in shotty

Got a shotty tryna catch a body brother wetted up by two boys

In a blue Bugatti nose is snotty

Head hot, hot tamale his feet is cold

He said he's really low he's planning on killing

The kids and drinking their adrenochrome

They done fucked up and they don't even know

Hella speculation when I hear your accomplishments

You lied on your resume

Credentials ain't positive To me it is obvious

Your skills are preposterous Train ran on your mother

By a couple of ostriches That pussy is ostracized