We gone get it ft. Rapping 4 Tay Lyrics

We gon' get it, we gon' get It Eat Daddy B, but the Recipe's spit

They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser Van, smashing up

Two jacks It's the double OG with the platinum Whiskers

Cat and a hat that always Look suspicious Fourth Generation Confederates Jacked me up

Y'all know real niggas Backin' me up We were Givin' the story, dog, but We didn't

Make it Bet your last dollar You end up with a tight

Lace in it A jack for the Whole purse, ruffalo to Therapy

Tore the bitch off in front O the Mo' Now the trap's Scared of me

But don't be scared, Prepared is what you better Be

No, we don't talk, niggas, Way too much weaponry

Axlowe, SLOW O' Quinn, And Mack Major JT, the BigGA fiGGA, cheering in The bass

I'm from the wood, nigga, Up under the mo' Remember 4-0, J-Mack, K-P-O-O-O

More bobs than them, look The way above the rim

It's pimpin' and dancin' to Shit like Fillmoe Slim, Nigga

We gon' get it, we gon' get Its a E-Daddy B, but the Recipe's spit it

They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser Van, smashing up to

Two-jacks We gon' get it, We gon' get it

E-Daddy B, but the recipe's Spitted They don't know, We go way back

Mobbin' in the Kaiser Van, Smashing up to two-jacks

Sippin' on High Life, Plottin' on Mo racks Hustlin' on the clock, we Was tryin' to see

Mo racks Eatin' on some Catfish, puffin on some cat

Piss Fire up the juvie so we Can finish off shift

After work, I hit Broadway Bolo at the condo, still Havin' it my way

Flirtin' with the bartender, Mackin' on the waitress

Slidin' with a stripper, Blackjack tripper About That time, met a dude Named Jake steed

Posted out in Vegas and we Was puffin' on some good Weed

Courtesy of my dudes up There on Page Street

At the bar, havin' shots With Dynasty Lap dance from Obsession, brains From Mariah

Blunt in my hand, her Tongue get me higher

Fillmoe rude, boy, fillmoe Rude, boy You shoulda Seen how she was tuggin' On my

Tool-boy

We gon' get it, we gon' get It E-Daddy B, but the Recipe's spit it

They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser Van, scratchin' up The

Two Jacks

We gon' get it, we gon' get It E-Daddy B, but the Recipe's spitted

They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser Van, scratchin' up The

Two Jacks

I'm So fillMoe, I Represent That real moe

Comin' from the era where My niggas love to get low

Don't give me that family, Roof is by law I smoke that Good shit, watch a real Nigga

Flow

And like 11-5, pimpin' Skins a killer hoe

Cause these bitches be Scandalous, like Kugna

That's why I keep a bitch, Bruh, like hUEy MC

A G that's damn certified, OCP

Nigga, I geary history on The sky Pimpin', I show You how the game go

Breakin' damn bricks, Pounds didn't sink And You can go too, but I'm far From a pimp

Strategize, push it, a nigga Bustin' moves Stickin' to The script, fuckin' with Them real dudes

S-Class ridin', everybody Eatin' 24-7, we get it, Nigga, ain't nobody sleepin

We gon' get it, we gon' get It E-Daddy B, but the Recipe's spit it

They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser band, smashin' up To 2-jacks

We gon' get it, we gon' get It E-Daddy B, but the Recipe's spitted

They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser band, smashin' up The 2-jacks

Okay, open up the cage, let Me out, I'm a monster

Silverback gorilla, all Green, call me blocker

Tennis motherfucker Down, do that flosser Niggas come in packs, so You know I keep a chopper

Bitches all boppers, fuckin' Head doctors Soon we try To leave, bet these hoes try To stop us

Bitch, I'm in this new Thing, all my whips topless Fuck a bum bitch, nigga, all I do is snatch us

Click, I waste the topic, Don't get these bitches shot Up I put on for my city, That's how all my niggas Got up

Niggas don't get brought Up, we stay in all these

Hoes' mouth They call us The paper boys, I be Runnin' this paper Route

Niggas quick to try to Draw, me, I tell them, buy A brick

Twenty-eight stacks and You could get the whole Thirty-six thousand dollars More, I could get it to your Mama, Too Man, I'm on These niggas' heels, now They got a tip-toe

We gon' get it, we gon' get It E-Daddy B, but the Recipe's spit it

They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser band, smashin' up The 2-jacks

We gon' get it, we gon' get It E-Daddy B, but the Recipe's spitted

They don't know, we go Way back Mobbin' in the Kaiser band, smashin' up To 2-jacks