I Get It Lyrics

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Bell Gang Big BSC big do it

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Everybody think they hardest when it come to this shit ok nigga I get it

Niggas put up they don't come outside

Cause niggas don't stand on business

Brodie a call my phone when he ready to go

Pop out like 2-3 switches

I bet I ain't lost my sauce

Drop Lo' right now fill it up wit a million bitches

Don't even bring no niggas around

on vice ian gone kick it

We the one spent they block in straight

Bounce out wit drac' this bitch be kickin

Couldn't even see my face I drop my mask So how they gone say I did it

We the ones in them cars for real

we ain't makin songs we was really spinning

I know in the past I did some wrong

But Some still might say I'm right

I ain't Never ran from shit but 12

2020 that's how I lost 2 pipes

I lost way too many guns

My homie a get bumped they don't replace my pipe

I lost way too many funds

Im trying to go fund the beef

Buying all these strikes

Cause we in the field for real

You shoot better shoot to kill

We ain't sending no warning shots

When we send that first shot comin to tap yo wig

Niggas a say free bro but don't pick up the phone for a nigga they whole bid

Niggas a get back doored trying to kick it wit hoes

I be damn if I go like him

I be damn if I go like him

Close mouth better watch that lip

They know we the youngest poppin but we trying to ball hard

We trying to ball like Tim

We trying to get up close on a nigga

Go dunk shit we tryna break the rim

I'm finna go buy 10 percs pass em out to the shorties

Tell shorty to finish him

They wanna gangbang they ain't even got no money

These niggas is broke as shit

He gotta share his pipe in the middle of war How you beefin without no blick

I was a shorty ain't work no job I was 15 out trying to hit me a lick

I'll up my blick so quick

Better empty ya pocket or Rello gone go in yo shit

Everybody think they hardest it come to this shit ok nigga I get it

Niggas put up they don't come outside

Cause niggas don't stand on business

Brodie a call my phone when he ready to go

Pop out like 2-3 switches

I bet I ain't lose my sauce

Drop Lo' right now fill it up wit a million bitches

Don't even bring no niggas around

On vice ian gone kick it

We the one spent they block in straight

Bounce out wit drac this bitch be kickin

Couldn't even see my face I drop my mask so how they gone say I did it

We the ones in them cars for real we wasn't makin songs we was really spinning