Get It Done Lyrics

Just go get it done

30s 50s switches on the glizzy

Bet not try to run

Yea heard that he want smoke

Lil bro nem been itching for a body

But imma fry em tho

Huh what he trynna do bitch im like steph curry or klay thompson I was born to shoot

Handguns come with switches and got arpeezys to

I aint have no traffic calling shake the block to come and scoop

What type of time you on

I hear niggas dissing on my bruddas

Why you lie in songs

Yea I guess its really smoke

Pussy gone get filled up with exotic

Boy you bet not choke

He gone hang his self by a rope

All that back and forth

What niggas went to heaven for

I fuck with folks but I aint 7 4

Survived a few so I sent 7 more

Yea bitch its really that

My heart is foever in the streets im getting tired of rap

Yea bitch gutta snoopy back

I aint really trynna talk bout nun im trynna touch ya hat

Pop up early or at nite where you be loafin at

Act like I dont kno but I kno where you posted at

Before he died I told his ass that he wasnt pose to lack

Thought you was real frfr boy you wasn't posed to act

Just go get it done

30s 50s switches on the glizzy

Bet not try to run

Yea heard that he want smoke

Lil bro nem been itching for a body

But imma fry em tho

Huh what he trynna do bitch im like steph curry or klay thompson I was born to shoot

Handguns come with switches and got arpeezys to

I aint have no traffic calling shake the block to come and scoop