Got It

[Tag]
(Ay that’s hard Zay)

[Verse 1]
My niggas all retarded, they just wanna know where the lick is
These bitches came to party, they just wanna know where the liquor
I only know her partly, she still want me to hit her
Shit, I ain’t gay, so I hit it then dismiss it
She got a nice face, booty fat, but I ain’t kiss her
Asked to stay the night, told her “finish up them dishes”
She ain’t like Tha Fella, but she love to take my member
Fourth Street hood dweller with some Chi Town hitters
Real dope dеaler, after sevеn or eight figures
Most niggas settle for millions, I expect atleast a billion
I ain’t talkin’ rap money, I ain’t talkin’ dope dealin’
This is barely the beginning of my impact you’ll be feelin’

[Hook]
Can’t move like you got it, if you ain’t got it
My whole posse ‘bout profit and them niggas violent
I need cold hard cash, fuck direct deposit
Let me get the rack up front after you see the product
Can’t move like you got it, if you ain’t got it
My whole posse ‘bout profit and them niggas violent
I need cold hard cash, fuck direct deposit
Let me get the rack up front after you see the product

[Verse 2]
Forty dollars and a ride turn a boy into a man
Can’t get up on his own, so I lend a helping hand
Teach a man how to fish, he’ll bring food for the clan
Show him how to flip a zip and he provide for his fam
It’s all about options boy, that’s what creates success
Niggas locked up, but they swear we ain’t oppressed
Somehow killin’ niggas is a form of self defense
That’s why my gang bust triggers at any cracka’ in a vest
And we aiming at your neck, letting loose the whole clip
I ain’t tryna get away, I’m tryna kill you bitch
For Zo, and for Eric, when he said he can’t breathe
But you squeezed and you squeezed ‘til that nigga was deceased
If the judge ain’t gon’ book ‘em, for shootin’ when we freeze
Then I’m shootin’ back ‘til they kill me, on the B
If the judge ain’t gon’ book ‘em, for shootin’ when we freeze
Then I’m shootin’ back at 12 ‘til they kill me, on the B

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I’m after pita, need a loaf, not a piece
Got the chop without stock for the cheap
HKP7 sent to me from Greece
I’m ready for a problem, but I really want peace
I’m all about a dollar, that’s what got me into P’s
Know my Momma worry ‘bout me, but she know I’m a G
I ain’t a gangbanger, I’m a gangsta, on the B
I’ll punk your big homie, then my niggas turn to thieves
Steal everything you got, then dip before police
I know they’d try to pop me if they got the chance to see
Tha motherfuckin Fella on his own two feet
I worry fuck niggas, that’s why they all hate me
All my niggas bust triggers, top notch escapees
Never got caught in this Wraith on the 60
Doin’ 200 before the cops hittin’ 80
Take the next exit, switch it out to the grey thing