Combo go getta - Tings on me

I got tings on me like clothes
I do lig I do road
I don't fight with kicks and pushes
Feds search bushes and took my bros
I shot once
Shoulda seen the way that I took it
Birds we flying
I got work I'm hiring
Any beef I got fryer for cooking
I got tings on me like clothes
I do lig I do road
I don't fight with kicks and pushes
Feds search bushes and took my bros
I shot once
Shoulda seen the way that I took it
Birds we flying
I got work I'm hiring
Any beef I got fryer for cooking
At the end of the day crime pays
I got TT grub for the pave
Go Getta I'm stuck in my ways
I do it all for the love of da pay
Grind hard man look at my wrist
Break the box down Nintendo switch
The grub came at family prices
So I'm way up once it flips
All these risky trips that I took
Do the crime then I swear on that book
I ain't tryna see cage and landings
Got jewels like trotters and rankings
Bro flicked me 5 and I thanked him
I'm upfront I don't no bout camping
Push buttons like online banking
To bring my car alive mad ting
I got tings on me like clothes
I do lig I do road
I don't fight with kicks and pushes
Feds search bushes and took my bros
I shot once
Shoulda seen the way that I took it
Birds we flying
I got work I'm hiring
Any beef I got fryer for cooking
Yo Yo you ain't got the heart my guy
You ain't worth half my price
I ain't shooting in starie sky's
I'll bruck machines for my family ties
OT living but my hearts in rye
RTL what I'm standing bye
Respect, Trust, Loyalty
And I only take corn for my slime my guys
Bruice brucie I used to have dreams of bruck backs 44s uzzys
Then I grew older weight on my shoulder doing up lig in a two piece
I don't dance I don't slide like toosie
She boujee, She warn do me
Let me get out camera make us a movie
She gave me her qoochie, qoochie
I got tings on me like clothes
I do lig I do road
I don't fight with kicks and pushes
Feds search bushes and took my bros
I shot once
Shoulda seen the way that I took it
Birds we flying
I got work I'm hiring
Any beef I got fryer for cooking
I got tings on me like clothes
I do lig I do road
I don't fight with kicks and pushes
Feds search bushes and took my bros
I shot once
Shoulda seen the way that I took it
Birds we flying
I got work I'm hiring
Any beef I got fryer for cooking

Writers: Nathan McFarlane

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