Текст песни Gettin' Hype - Fatha Ferg
Ok,
bottles
on
me
and
the
weed
got
that
fire
smell
Drunk
as
fuck
and
high
as
H-E-L-L
5 Diff
blunts
(Blunts)
Cups
filled
up
(Up)
Chokin
off
puffs
(Puffs)
Throwing
up
gulps
(Gulps)
Wanna
party
with
us,
well
you
gotta
be
a
professional
No
rookie
motherfuckers,
no
time
for
no
lessons
bruh
Me
and
gang
do
this
on
a
everyday
basis
ENJ,
dark
Ciroc,
and
Remy
is
our
favorite
Haters
poppin
off,
motherfuckers
just
save
it
These
shells
that
I
blast
from
a
distance,
yea
they
made
it
Fucked
they
girl
back
in
the
day
now
they
wanna
start
beef
This
iron
man
gonna
spark,
heart
critical
like
Tony
Make
his
heart
skip
a
beat
Just
by
seeing
the
heat
Fuck
that,
excuse
me
I'm
a
let
off
3,
and
my
mans
gonna
repeat
Leave
his
as
in
the
street
With
as
many
bullets
as
MJ
got
rings
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
I'm
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
You
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
He
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
She
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
They
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
We
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
I
fuck
bitches
by
da
group,
gettin
money
by
da
pound
Nomore
chasin
shit,
I'm
livin
ma
dreams
now
On
dat
Meek
Milli
swagg
Stay
wit
a
duffle
bag
Fuck
knockin
niggaz
out,
I'm
blastin
dem
into
body
bags
Treat
him
like
kunta
no
need
for
a
toe
tag
Decapitate
his
ass,
no
need
for
an
open
cask
Ain't
sorry
for
nutin,
so
I
won't
be
sayin
"ma
bad"
Always
got
ma
niggas
wit
me,
hell
naw
we
not
fags
Ready
for
anything,
I
put
dat
on
are
dam
flags
Ride
or
die
bitches,
Thelma
and
Louise
gals
They'll
take
one
for
da
team,
set
it
off
like
Cleo
ass
"All
about
the
benijmans"
yea
Puffy
taught
me
that
No
Khalil
Mack
but
a
buff
nigga
wearin
all
black
Ain't
gotta
be
cold
for
a
nigga
to
roc
a
ski
mask
All
types
of
guns,
which
one
you
wanna
die
from
Nigga
I'm
a
bad
boy,
only
da
good
die
young
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
I'm
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
You
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
He
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
She
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
They
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
We
gettin
(Hype
hype
hype
hype)
Black
boots,
black
jeans,
black
hoodie,
I'm
blacked
out
Black
mask,
black
gloves,
black
glock,
lights
out
Red
beam
make
em
scream
Leave
him
flowin
up
the
stream
Head
shot,
u
ain't
coming
back
Brains,
out
yo
snap
back
Smooth
criminal,
Mike
Jack
Dirty
Diana
likes
that
Not
big
but
baby
Phat
Broke
her
off
Kit
Kat
Gorilla
glue
and
cognac
That's
all
you,
have
that
Smoke
that
sip
that
(Smoke
that
sip
that)
Lay
back,
blaze
that,
baby
that's
what's
up
Stand
up,
drink
up,
baby
that's
what's
up
Lay
back,
blaze
that,
baby
that's
what's
up
Stand
up,
drink
up,
baby
that's
what's
up
Wild
out
baby
(Yeah
that's
what's
up)
Get
crunk
bitch
(Yeah
that's
what's
up)
Wild
out
baby
(Yeah
that's
what's
up)
Get
crunk
bitch
(Yeah
that's
what's
up)
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