I got it(interlude type) Lyrics

Bitch, if I said that I'ma make it, I'ma make it It ain't been took a thousand years to get the

Ticket I'm celebrating like I won a lotto ticket

I'm in the kitchen and I whip a lot of spices We getting bacon, dawg, we getting bacon

I'm with my niggas and we whip a lot of spices We getting bacon, dawg, we getting bacon

I'm with my niggas and we whip a lot of spices I'm stacking paper, are you a hater? I'll see you later

No matter, don't wear no leather, can't choose the swagger I'm better, but never bigger than any nigga

I'm sicker, you know Madiba, don't change a nigga I'm a feeler, a bottle tipper, the Grim Reaper

A leader, a mini speaker, call me the teacher Young nigga, a gold digger, a pig stealer

One feeler, wanna remind you, just to remember My nigga, back in December, Juju Malema

The cover, he was the winner, better than Timber, we took a trip we go to Malibu

Why you looking like the other dude? You know the dude that killed the other dude

Or maybe we're stealing them bars Or maybe we're spitting on bars

I need a bar-one, think it's obvious He murdered a bitch on the way, my nigga

But anyway, I'm on the way, my nigga I never seen a lot of game, my nigga

We do this shit like every day, my nigga We smoking ganja, smoking haze, my nigga

I brought it up, I feel it crazy, nigga Got the plug up, up for gazing, nigga

Puff it up, I feel it crazy, nigga

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, fuck

Ayy, don't let me go

Huh, don't let me go