that get right ft. Tuneski Lyrics

We all gotta get to the bag , get bands, get racks I'm strikin' foot all on the gas , she see what she

missin', missin' bae you're special, I'm shinin' im bans, blessed

She fuck with the vibe, but she ain't get the message up, lil hoe im flyberian

One look and she's starin' I told her don't play with the kid,

Don't play with me, bitch, huh I don't got time to lay up with shawty

cause I'm on my way to be rich I seen her at the party with that body, ody

I say, goodness gracious, you thick

Cuz been on his job, this shit not a

hobby, bitch, you gotta pay for these pics, huh

Damn near broke my wrist, tryna scrape that plate, need every crumb

Broke them, came through pissed tryna scrape your face, need makeup done

Yeah, nigga, we know you a bitch, but you came to my place and you ain't shoot none

Huh, niggas tryna lace up quick, tryna keep up pace with a permanent run

Yeah, I wake up, chase my dreams, before I sleep, I check that pape

Huh, I ain't a crash out, bitch, I'm a beast I, beat on my chest, go ape

Don't even fuck with the club, but I ran down on shawty, like, let's go, bae

Huh, I heard she need a savin', walk down on her like, let's go pray

We all gotta get to the bag , get bands, get racks I'm strikin' foot all on the gas , she see what she

missin', missin' bae you're special, I'm shinin' im bans, blessed

She fuck with the vibe, but she ain't get the message lil hoe im flyberian

One look and she's starin' I told her don't play with the kid

Don't play with the kid

Don't play with the kid

I'm grindin', well on my way to a mill

We strikin', I got my cam on the field

She fuck with the Kid yeah I'm flyer than him

Don't like it, I give a fuck how you feel, for real

I handle my business, don't come for my man dem

We runnin' that motherfucker back

She see what she missin', missin

She see what she missin