Get It In Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah!
Young hot head!
Hood hottest youngin
I'm just all the way hot
Huh
Hod hottest youngin!
Haaaaan
(chuckle)
Let's get it (Yoo)

[Chorus]
Young hot head all I do is bang
Run up with that .40 bet he up that chain
When you in these streets you know it ain't no game
That's why I never hesitate to send shots at a lane
Pull up on that man put 2 in his brain
Jump up out that van .30 in my hand
You know how it go when you in that jam
When you post up by that store and we gettin' it in

[Verse 1]
I don't post up no mo' I got lots of cash
I don't be dirty no mo' I got lots of swag
And you how it goo when you up in that jam
Keep yo' mouth closed or we gon' do you in
Don't hold yo hand out told me bloods you is not my friend
And please don't claim me lil folks cause you not my fam
My niggas is no f*ckin' joke when we on that corner
We servin' powder pills and rocks and that marijuana
My niggas we serving blocks call it block service
Pull up let the windows down call it Glock service Trico spit a 100 rounds out that damn car
These bitches know who I am I'm a damn star (Damn star!)
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
You ain't heard about LA that boy about that money
And I heard he ain't no joke and he don't take shit funny
And a nigga ran in his spot but he blew out
And I swear to god he silent he don't run his mouth
And I heard he from that scan where it's f*cking drought
And everyday they goin' ham with them Glocks out
Them .30 shots and .50 shots up in that damn mop
Swear to god that boy don't talk, he ain't never rolled to no cop
Swear to god that clip so long when I shoot I don't stop
I catch a cut then I shoot shit up then I go back to the car
And free Lil Bossie and Fat Dog and Lil Slim now
Swear to god I'll Dirk LeBron James shoot above the rim now (LeBron!)
We in now
To the back of the house I'ma lay shit down if he make a sound
f*ck nigga tried to run without his gun, but I chased him
Lit 2 to his back and I laid his ass flat called him out of bounds

[Outro]

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