Gettin' 2 It Lyrics

How the fuck is they gon' stop us?

Fully's in this bitch, we handle business, we do not run

They hatin' in the back, cus I done did it & I'm not done

Junkies in the trap, I need some money, nigga, not love

Reaper on his back, and if he slip he gettin' popped up

They just shot my lil nigga in his neck, my yeekie not tucked

Boy, I done seen it all, I am not shook

All I know is hustle, hustle, hustle, til' the cops come

The only way they stop us

That's the only way they stop us

Gas the pedal, fuck the breaks

All I know is chase the pape

Anything is everything !

Fuck the feds, free the gang

I been somewhat out the way

I been high key in the bank

Thuggin' wit' a open case

Hell nah I don't fuckin' pray

No I am not playing safe

I am not, finna go for nun,

I ain't playin' games

I remember, stranded in that rain, niggas never came

Partially my fault because I been knew all that love was fake

I don't need nobody, fuck everbody, swear to god I'm straight

But if you got a problem let me know

Slidin' cus my brother dead, I wish I could let it go

You know how we deal with shit, roll up, then roll up some mo

Devil on my shoulder yellin'

Dillon tryna help me grow

Gettin paid is so important and niggas still be

And niggas still be fuckin' broke

You don't gotta tell me that I'm living wrong

I was fuckin' with her, I wasn't with her though

If you not getting to it, what you living for?

If you not gettin to it nigga leave me alone