Let's Get It In Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh

Yeah

I say yeah, it's time to ride out

Let's get it in

Pretty red thing in the back seat

And she just called too more friends

I just popped a Double R

I'm rollin' bitch, let's get it in

If she throw it back I bite her

Like pit bulls I'm locking in

Ain't no quickie when I'm on you

Swear we up till six A.M.

Ain't no cappin' how I'm living

Baby girl I'm really him

They keep saying we ain't gone make it

Said our chances really slim

Have you not looked at our stat sheets

How the fuck we ain't gone win?

MTB, it's not a gang

We just rock bandanas

Pretty little brown thing

She from Clark Atlanta

Think she wanna wedding ring

I think it's time to man up

I just gotta hold it down

Stay down and run these bands up

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers

Pushin' P

bakpack bought a pack

Turned it to racks

No, this not ten a G

We the hottest duo

Like Miami, you can't put out this Heat

Throw a couple racks

She throwing ass, guess we can call it even

I'm with the Shady gang

We don't bang and we never beefing

If it ain't BoutADollar Butta

Then I never seen it

Smoked a backwood in front of twelve

Bet y'all don't believe me

We call him Sheriff Stevie

He ain't blind, but he didn't see me

She my biggest fan

She gotta mini skirt and pom-poms

She know I love ass

But she keep showing me her ta-tas

She made the dick disappear

She ain't say ta-da

I got the hoes like Goldmember

They callin' me father

I got the paper cuts and blisters

Countin' all these commas

And we ain't with the funny shit

Please save the drama

I can't pump fake or hesitate

I'm not Rajon

Hit the blunt to the face

Now I feel lopsided

Ballin' is my sport come naturally

Them demons after me

We cookin' up for real

We got the pots, can't get our recipe

And you can't have my heart

But baby you can have the rest of me

Can't tell you how I feel

Cause I know you would think less of me

We rollin' tree ironically inside a leaf this LRG

I'm B.I.G. or Diesel, but that's if you in the field with me

I say yeah, it's time to ride out

Let's get it in

Pretty red thing in the back seat

And she just called too more friends

I just popped a Double R

I'm rollin' bitch, let's get it in

If she throw it back I bite her

Like pit bulls I'm locking in

Ain't no quickie when I'm on you

Swear we up till six A.M.

Ain't no cappin' how I'm living

Baby girl I'm really him

They keep saying we ain't gone make it

Said our chances really slim

Have you not looked at our stat sheets

How the fuck we ain't gone win?