Lyrics Get It - BabyGGlo

I got bullets that ah hit Nigga body and leave his shit open
Rocking real designer when Im walking I step in Rick owens
Coming through wit my Glock out now my stick blowing
Slut yo lil bitch out bad now the bitch hoeing
Smoking good gas I see dead Niggas out the whip floatin
Yea I need some fucking purple lean that shit more potent
Popped a rp and grab my gun then I reload it
Kick the chop back it got a stand but the hands hold it
Up the Glock and shoot it at yo manz cause yo manz want it
Gave dick to this lil bitch now her friends want it
Brodie on the field he got the ball he pass it then I punt it
Drop the ball back then I
Drop the ball back then I step back to the line of scrimmage
How tf you winnin off the scams when you barley hittin
Nigga say he banging in Detroit I'm finna call the pistons
Hide a Nigga body like it's Easter he gon end up missin
Brodie got to poppin all them perks I say bro you trippin
Walkin around the hood wit 33 they say bro you pimpin
In the trap wit my hands full I be in the kitchen
If you listen to my fuckin my rhymes boy you better listen
I be wit the gang we slapping gs yea its hard not to mention
Yea I got this bitch and we be fuckin and havin intermissions
My life is like a game gta cause I be in the missions
You be out here looking for these bitches why you goin fishin
Nigga you done fell in love she broke you,now you feel depression
Bitch had broke my heart and Ian trip cause I jus learned my lesson
I jus turnt up and found god then I took my blessing
Ian really fuckin wit these bitches cause they be actin messy
I be outside off the ba I can barley think
Niggas always cappin in they raps shut up bitch you stink
Got this fat Glock and I'm gon bust before you even blink
Told this lil bitch if she not eatin we ain finna link
Member them days when I was broke and I was on my ass
I jus need some money I'm tryna get it I'm in love wit cash
Thinking bout some things up in my head that Ian never had
One of em was when I was growing up and Ian live wit dad
Momma was tryna go and do it jus to make us glad
shit never really worked cause life still turned out sad
Ian trippin now I get it

Yea I should've listened when I was down and wasn't on my pivot
Only one to hit it
Ima get it and it ain no cappin
And I'm never lacking
Yea I'm riding wit that 40 packing
Yellin out what's brackin
Cause I'm blood and I'm banging out
Got my ratchet on me
See yo meat yea it's hangin out
Clap you and yo homie
In the hood in the whip we low
Gang already on go
We creep up then we hit the house
Tell Brodie hit the side
Then you hear boom cause we kicked the door
Kick it down some more
And I see pounds yea they on floor told bro take some more
This a lick this a major hit I'm talkin bout bricks
Now we up ran off on the plug
Took off wit ah dub
20 minutes later bought a striker and pulled up to club
Told bro go in if he don't come out I'm finna blow it up