Get Em Girl

[Intro]
Ayy, real or fake, let me know
Bitch, you can't be both
Like Sha'carri runnin' too slow
These hoes can't come close
Yeah, no even need to look around
I got the generation now
These hoes be tryna share the crown
But I'd rather see them drown

[Chorus]
Ayy, like, wait
Don't hold your breath, ayy
I never run from the smoke
Just tell 'em to run me a check
Ayy, ten toes down
Still got my foot on they neck
Ayy, writin' my goals down
That's how we could manifest

[Verse 1]
I need a yacht, I need a jet
Pull up to thе lot, I need a Vette
I need to skrt 'cause I ain't imprеssed
I don't need a shooter, I handle my threats
I got a nigga to handle my fights
Got an accountant to handle my checks
I speak like a prophet, I only get profits
And let the broke hoes count up the rest
It's me in Dior when I'm takin' a trip
First class, when I'm takin' a flight
Around my crib, it's all gates inside
In other words, niggas ain't spendin' the night, ayy
Goofy nigga thought he could gamble with me like dice, huh
Today ain't yesterday's price, only way you can talk to me is nice, yeah

[Chorus]
Ayy, don't hold your breath
Ayy, I never run from the smoke
Just tell 'em to run me a check
Ayy, ten toes down
Still got my foot on they necks
Ayy, writin' my goals down
That's how we could manifest

[Verse 2]
Since I moved forward, I had to say fuck a backup plan
Coachella festival, the way I come and stack up bands, yeah
See, all my flaws and insecurities, I had to own 'em
Now I walk in with security anywhere that I'm goin'
They like, "Get 'em, girl," ayy
I'ma make sure my family good
My uncle free, my mama straight
Like Kyrie Irving with no vax
In the NBA, no, I can't play
Sendin' headshots, y'all know I aim to please, yeah
Rap like Nas, but niggas all on me like Amerie
Yeah, them bad bitches and real niggas
Them the ones that came with me
Yeah, them other hoes is tacky
I don't even let security pat me
Out the A up in this bitch
But we ain't come with Laffy Taffys
Everybody with me ridin' like taxis
And y'all thought them hoes was gon' pass me
Ayy, say, ah!

[Chorus]
Ayy, don't hold your breath
Ayy, I never run from the smoke
Just tell 'em to run me a check
Ayy, ten toes down
Still got my foot on they necks
Ayy, writin' my goals down
That's how we could manifest

[Outro]
Get 'em, girl!