GET EM LA

[Intro]
(Ant with another one)

[Chorus]
My pill kickin' in (Kickin' in)
Karate chop the top off the car, now I can breathe again (Wah)
I got my whole city back turnt, I start rappin' again
These roody-ass lil' niggas ain't rappin' 'bout shit
Okay, I got it
Pull through the hood in robotics
Maybach truck got hydraulics
Took over the private pilot
All this cash can't fit in my wallet
Brought a model a bib, she done toppin'
Ooh, now make it sloppy
Bounce out, the feds, I got 'em watchin'
LA the trendin' topic

[Verse]
You got more money than who? (Who?), nigga, stop it (Stop)
I put fast straights in the city, nigga, when I touch down on Drama
I got a penthouse in Atlanta, nigga, I can barely see my mama
Big Money 4ss be pressin' buttons, gettin' niggas gone like Barack Obama
Sixteen years old, I was in the Challenger, I ain't never drove a Honda
No, no, I'm havin' too much of this cash, I can't go (Racks)
I got a eater pregnant, had to force myself to love a ho
How the fuck you gon' love a ho when every day, you traffic dope? (I don't know)
Shit, I don't know, I'ma make it work
Pyrex bowl, I got some work
I'm street smart, I signed myself
Independent artist, I dropped some merch (Street smart)
AP, Richard Mille, Rolex (Rolex)
I'm lit from Lou, who did it first?
All my jits, just pay the check
I don't put "free my niggas" on shirts (Ayy)
Skan Block, Westside (Westside)
The same place where Boosie died (Woo)
When they took Polo, I couldn't stop slidin'
I caught a body for Drama, I'm forever Drama time, ayy (Let's go)
Ayy, free Steve, though (Free Steve), nigga told on him (Told)
I got the drop, got half of the cash, and rode on 'em
Still causin' hell for Lil Phil, got ecstasy and Percocet pills
Walked out the house in cleats 'cause I'm in the field
You ain't never heard a nigga say, "Please don't do it," 'fore you killed him (Come here)
And still drilled him (Come here)
You ain't felt that feeling
I had to act like ain't nothin' goin' on when dealing with my children
Ooh, ooh (Ooh), ooh (Ooh), ooh
Jayson Tatum, pull up, shoot
I'm LA4ss, I don't ride in four-doors, nigga, I slide in coupes
He said I wasn't the richest twenty-three-year-old from Saint Louis, he stupid
He stupid, big dumb
Laughin' to the bank, but nothin' funny
We drop twenties, fifties, and hundreds
I made it rain on her
I taught my bitch how to scam, I guess it's a game to her
I traffic, nigga
I don't rock with no young niggas, I be hangin' with addicts, nigga

[Chorus]
My pill kickin' in (Kickin' in)
Karate chop the top off the car, now I can breathe again (Wah)
I got my whole city back turnt, I start rappin' again
These roody-ass lil' niggas ain't rappin' 'bout shit
Okay, I got it
Pull through the hood in robotics
Maybach truck got hydraulics
Took over the private pilot
All this cash can't fit in my wallet
Brought a model a bib, she done toppin'
Ooh, now make it sloppy
Bounce out, the feds, I got 'em watchin'
LA the trendin' topic (LA)