Go Getter Lyrics

I had to go get it

Yeah I could tell you that shit but you most likely already know it

They know I be chilling

Had to get back in the lab when I step in that bitch got it frozen

Im rolling up woods and i'm facing em' facing em'

I swear my lungs really moving heroic

We not the same bitch you move off emotion

I really move off the motion

I know that little bitch want to get on my body

She know that i'm icy I told her come ski

RIP Toriyama

Like Dragon ball z

I got ki my hand holding heat

All I talk bout' is commas

Like a ELA teacher like let Brody reach imma' teach

Im smoking on gas

Everybody round' me solid

My bitch got the liquid she leak

Aye these niggas talking they shit buy they weak so who really be fucking with me

She trying to suck on my dick everyday of the week like I don't got nowhere else to be

These niggas broke and they hate treat em' like a disease

They need to go and quarantine

Tell her to get in her stance

She hopped on her knees she know her position for team

I pull up with snap crackle and pop

You fucking with me

Rice crispy

Get off yo' ass to get grinding these niggas keep whining but thinking the crib a retreat

Treat her ass like i'm producing or something I turn her around bout' to give her the beats

I can't stand no lying bitch when it come to that shit then i'm taking a seat

Bitch you can't smoke what i'm smoking unless the throat goated I might make exceptions

Im moving stupid for real

The cops try to flick me the drugs an investment

She trying to slurp me up just like some cereal

Roll up my wheaties i'm smoking my breakfast

Beat from the back and I tell a hoe cheerio

Feel like i'm british im making a exit

Im up with stars

I think I need drink cause i'm parched

I got yo' lil' bitch in the car

She want to go to Pluto or Mars

Now she want to get a ring like Saturn

I just fucked starting to think its a pattern

Do you greasy I don't got no manners

On the spot with the shot not a planner

Im i'm taxing them prices like government

Za on my breath mix it up with the double mint

Shorty get to it she sucking in public

forty yard dash for that bag then i'm running it

Show her the stash it ain't no touching it

Bitch I can't drown rinding round' in a mothership