Lyrics Get It Going - EST Gee

Yeah, yeah
(FOREVEROLLING)
Yeah, yeah
That's how I'm comin', yeah, yeah
That's how I'm comin', yeah, yeah

Ain't no running
Your best bet is ducking when I push the button
One on one'n, I can trick a nigga if I can trick a junkie
How I'm coming, thirty-six of them onions if you get it jumping
How I'm coming, buyin', not getting fronted, nigga, I'm getting money
How I'm coming, coaching all the youngins, sending off the flunkies
How I'm coming, street nigga out Kentucky, car from out the country

Yeah, road running (Road running)
Twelve hours, thirty thousand bags, eleven hundred (I want my money)
Loads double, maybe even triple, when I get to Kеntucky (I said I'm want my money)
Double punching, eithеr way, it's straight, nigga, we ain't throwing nothin'
I'm grit and thuggin', might not go home, shower, change my clothes or nothin'
And I beat that road down like a trucker, be there soon, I'm coming
Cold sluttin' and I gave her like four hundred C's, these hoes running
These niggas in imaginary beefs, they must be Ghostbusters
Ask about me, we known for the D, the streets, yeah, my supper
Damn near half a hundred, Charlie Bang, mouth flooded, care cut it
Room on a yacht, they kick the door, she mad that I ain't fuck her
When it's time to do them crimes, tell me why you ain't ride or nothin'?
A lot of money, my power double, a nigga better not move a muscle

Ain't no running
Your best bet is ducking when I push the button
One on one'n, I can trick a nigga if I can trick a junkie
How I'm coming, thirty-six of them onions if you get it jumping
How I'm coming, buyin', not getting fronted, nigga, I'm getting money
How I'm coming, coaching all the youngins, sending off the flunkies
How I'm coming, street nigga out Kentucky, car from out the country