Gotta Get It

Yeh Gowan
Yeh
Look
Kush
Ounto Nation

[Chorus]
We still bang
Still hide from cops
We shout Frog for the low he likes riding on opps
I phone Kash, Phone Bradz my niggas nutty as fuck
Shout my nigga Pilo cuh he be bringing the chuck in
Gotta get it
Gotta get it
Everywhere I'm steppin'
Where I go the time is money, man I love the money
Opp opp opp where
2 stepping man I'm show stepping
Gang where when its cracking and you leave your bredrin

[Verse 1]
How you run and leave your bredrin to die
On what what me
How you reckon he die
I said there's levels to this shit my nigga
Certi in this ting
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I said there's levels to this shit
I swear there's levels to this liquor
Look there's levels to this miss I'm wit too
I said there's levels to the way I whip
Theres levels to the whip I whip
Theres levels cus my moneys thick too
And I ain't chatting to this chatty patty under pressure he piss his pants
Fuck wit them an you a snitch too
I'm from the drill side wit Tottenham
The dungeon I come from I gotta have my cutta tho
I'm on my way to the top and I ain't never giving nuttin to no fuckboy that dare try stop me
Big fat joobies when we turn up in billing like my ounto
I might cop a Henny so I'm kushty
Better watch your bitch Lil nigga
Once again on the curb man, I heard she done fucking with you rookies
Done all the levels to this ting
Real recognise real
I just chest talk loud don't be a pussy

[Chorus]
We still bang
Still hide from cops
We shout Frog for the low he likes riding on opps
I phone Kash, Phone Bradz my niggas nutty as fuck
Shout my nigga Pilo cuh he be bringing the chuck in
Gotta get it
Gotta get it
Everywhere I'm steppin'
Where I go the time is money, man I love the money
Opp opp opp where
2 stepping man I'm show stepping
Gang where when it's cracking you leave your bredrin

[Verse 2]
I ain't never ran and left my bredrin
1 milly views got me show steppin' and Adidas gear got me trend setting
2 steppin' heading to the top
What do you look into
Listen keep my mouth, when I'm questioned
And never tell a brudda what I'm makin
Cus envy and jealousy the lethal weapon
Keep my mouth shut I stay low man
I keep progressin'
You never been the places I been
You ain't never seen half the things that I seen
And that's the real shit
In the booth, I spit 100 degrees
Nobody stops me
I spit the truth and that's chill shit
On the roads id rather be on my own
The wap be wit my bros
But either way I still got my tool 'quipped
Sometimes I might be wit a bad b brown in or lightie on the zone that's some g shit

[Chorus]
We still bang
Still hide from cops
We shout Frog for the low he likes riding on opps
I phone Kash, Phone Bradz my niggas nutty as fuck
Shout my nigga Pilo cuh he be bringing the chuck in
Gotta get it
Gotta get it
Everywhere I'm steppin'
Where I go the time is money, man I love the money
Opp opp opp where
2 stepping man I'm show stepping
Gang where when it's cracking you leave your bredrin