Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Till I Get It , by - Devour. Song from the album Different, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Devour Up
Song language: English
Till I Get It |
| Yeah I’m bout mine |
| Everyday I gotta go grind, money only thing on my mind |
| I ain’t got time |
| Too many fakes and them snakes on waist keep a hammer on mind |
| Yea I’m bout mine |
| Let me say it once more |
| Ain’t got time to be focused on a dumb whore |
| Tryna get more money than a drug lord |
| Growing up got into a couple gun wars |
| What I been through |
| They be asking |
| Been through way more shit than you can imagine |
| Know some people that want me in a casket |
| But I just want a big booty bitch in a mansion |
| Yuh |
| I really tried to change life but when I did more people tried to take mine |
| I said I really tryna change life but when I did more people tried to take mine |
| Nowadays nobody fight what you think we pack guns for |
| Buzzing in the city finna run yours |
| Riding through the city with the hammer cocked |
| Pistol out the window screaming fuck the cops |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it, till I get it, till I get it |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it, till I get it, till I get it |
| Nowadays nobody fight what you think we pack guns for |
| Buzzing in the city finna run yours |
| Riding through the city with the hammer cocked |
| Pistol out the window screaming |
| Back on my thug shit |
| Back on my thug shit |
| Back on my I don’t give a fuck where you’re from |
| Back on my bully yea I finna go dumb shit |
| Back if you mean mug me finna bust shit |
| Back being bad being good didn’t work |
| Shawty hit his body finna put him in the dirt |
| Last one that tried me got his as merked |
| Six feet below now you really part of Earth |
| What I been through yea they really wanna know |
| Fourteens seen my first body riding at the floor |
| Fifteen on the street I was totin on the pole |
| Sixteen got damn fans kicking down my door yea |
| Yea I really went through it |
| Heater on me right now boy you better cool it |
| I said I really went through it |
| Neena on me right now and i scared to pull it |
| Nowadays nobody fight what you think we pack guns for |
| Buzzing in the city finna run yours |
| Riding through the city with the hammer cocked |
| Pistol out the window screaming fuck the cops |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it, till I get it, till I get it |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it |
| And I ain’t gon stop till I get it, till I get it, till I get it |