Lyrics Let's Get Into That (feat. Jae Hutch) - S-Rank Tactics

Gang
Dallas
Finesse Gang

Ain't no hate in my heart
I got rid of that
This ain't for the faint
This ain't for the frauds
Let's get into that
Take your face
I'll pull your card
I been into that
This ain't for play
This ain't a facade
Ain't no hate in my heart
I got rid of that
This ain't for the faint
This ain't for the frauds
Let's get into that
Take your face
I'll pull your card
I been into that
This ain't for play
This ain't a facade

Real rockstar
I'm a bleed the block star bitch
You is not hard
Sweeter than a pop tart bitch
We shooting at a cop car bitch

This where my heart and my feet at
Grew from the dark
Surrounded by demons
Young nigga got popped
Off top he skeeted
Ghost in the black Hellcat
I'm speeding
All facts no cap it's open season
You can get slapped
Just find a reason
SK loaded shouts out Big Greezy
Stunt so hard I make it look easy
All I know is that come get a beating
Long live Lot
I only want top
I swear I need it
Ain't cuffing no thot
These hoes be sleezy
Hoes gon flock
I said it I mean it
In the Grove posted up eating greedy
I'm throwed walking round
In Neiman's
These hoes tryna get me
For my semen

Ain't no hate in my heart
I got rid of that
This ain't for the faint
This ain't for the frauds
Let's get into that
Take your face
I'll pull your card
I been into that
This ain't for play
This ain't a facade
Let's get into that

I just learned about this shit
I'm really finna fuck you up

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
Back at it
Black magic
On the stove acrobatic
Money stretch elastic
OJ told me gotta half it
Then bag it
Then flip it
Just like gymnastics
Goyard yeah yeah
And them Pateks
Rigid Rolly
Ocean Atlantic
She thick and nasty
But I won't bag it
I'll hit it then tag it
Then pass it
No lagging
I just came up now I'm on the road
Shorty asking
When I'm coming home
I ain't never been here before
I'm in a Black Benz
And it's got no doors
I want it I get I spend it no capping
My drip they jacking
Your bitch is a savage
Cause she in the trap
Playing target practice
Flip it and stack it
That's heavy baggage
Up in the club
Fucking up bottles of bub
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm just a dove flying so high above
Yeah yeah yeah
He mad cause
They sending me checks
So I send him some slugs
Momma know I'm a thug
But she show me love
Cold heart
Go kart
Push to start
Bert simp
You just a lame
Play your part
Big choppa
Pull it out when it's dark
Car in park
Sending darts
At them narcs