Текст песни GET IT - Donald Grunge

Ain't really fk with you on the real
You walk around like a hater now
You is so mad I got paper now
I seen a treesh, she start fanning out
I don't know how to just handle now
My boy let off shots like a cannon now
I was so broke I had hand me downs
Now I rock customs from Tyler Roberts

Don't play with my GLEEMs
Yea boy you silly
Imma be poppin' them wheelies
But we not from Philly
We get it poppin' if you wanna get it
Glock got a dick
Yea it look like a midget
Stay on my toes
Yea I stay on my pivot
Free all my dawgs that be up in detention
Free all my dawgs that be doing a sentence

I gotta fed call it last 20 minutes
Imma tell my dog that I'm gonna get it
He said keep rapping, keep paying attention
Imma keep rapping, until I touch a milli
Imma keep rapping, until I touch a billi
You call me Billy, ain't no Ray Cyrus
I'm talking bout racks, this ain't no PK
We smoking on thrax

Up in them 'jects
We started moving them packs
Up in them 'jects
We started moving them packs
This ain't no PK, we smoking on thrax
She a 8 in the face, so I hit from the back
Keep calling my phone, I told shorty relax

Ain't really fk with you on the real
You walk around like a hater now
You is so mad I got paper now
I seen a treesh, she start fanning out
I don't know how to just handle now
My boy let off shots like a cannon now
I was so broke I had hand me downs
Now I rock customs from Tyler Roberts

I'm still screaming free the real!
(Free the real, let's go)
Bro popped a perky, I told him to chill
He wanna spin the bin, he wanna kill
Naaa, I gotta tell 'em relax
Roll up a blizzy, and just face the thrax
Just face the facts, these ns don't want you to shine
I gotta keep on my grind, I gotta keep on my grind like 25 8
When I be whippin' the bowl, when I be whippin' the bowl
It look like a chef (aye)
These lil ns is chips
These lil bs is chips (yea), Frito Lay
They on the back of my dick, they on the back of my dick
Free my back (aye)

I gotta watch the front and the back
'Cause these people trynna get me (aye)
Never forget to cut the grass
'Cause these snakes they be slithery
I don't really give a fk how you feel
As long as a na getting paid

Ain't really fk with you on the real
You walk around like a hater now
You is so mad I got paper now
I seen a treesh, she start fanning out
I don't know how to just handle now
My boy let off shots like a cannon now
I was so broke I had hand me downs
Now I rock customs from Tyler Roberts

Don't play with my GLEEMs
Yea boy you silly
Imma be poppin' them wheelies
But we not from Philly
We get it poppin' if you wanna get it
Glock got a dick
Yea it look like a midget
Stay on my toes
Yea I stay on my pivot
Free all my dawgs that be up in detention
Free all my dawgs that be doing a sentence