Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Got It, artist - Lil Trill. Date of issue: 20.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Got It |
| Yeah, c’mon |
| That nigga Foxx, Foxx-a-million |
| Whatever y’all wanna call me, ya heard me? |
| Yeah, y’all niggas know I got it mane |
| Y’all KNOW I got it! |
| I got it (yeah) |
| You want it, come get it (yeah) |
| I got it (yeah) |
| You want it, come get it (yeah) |
| I got pills for rollas, I got dozia for smokas |
| N' it’s high for you niggas that got cake like oprah |
| If you want I’m on it, I don’t front it or loan it |
| If you need some major work, then you just meet me at Shonie’s |
| You just bring all my cheese n' I don’t mean macaroni |
| N' I keep them ounces real nice n' Fat like Tony |
| I get jiggles for cheapa, I don’t care 'bout the people |
| Gimme twenty minutes, when I get 'em, then I’ma reach ya |
| Al Capone was my teacha, got my hustle from Scarface |
| At five seventy five a pill, nigga you oughta make |
| A whole lotta cake, you don’t believe me, then calculate |
| I got them hoes puttin' it n' they cat when they masturbate |
| I got them powder packs for ya too at a cheap rate |
| Ya find 'em out chea cheapa, I’ll price match, OK? |
| You slippin', I’m packin' up, you plannin' on jackin' us |
| I gotta choppa thatta have yo bitch ass backin' up |
| I got dunnas for junkies, I got acid for honkies |
| I got indo' for niggas n' got bananas for monkeys |
| I’m a hustla baby, got connects wit the Haitians |
| If you want it, come get it n' don’t be tryin' my paitience |
| I got chickens or mickeys, now them niggas be bitchin' |
| Cause I got the cheapest prices n' the BR city |
| All you need is nine pills, it’s gon' run ya 'bout sixty |
| Last nigga tried to play me caught a hollow tip quickie |
| I got wholes for the prices of halfs |
| N' my wholes look like I done stuffed the whole, damn ziploc bag |
| They pull ya ova wit my dime, they gon' think ya distributin' |
| Niggas swear they on the grind, who the fuck you think you foolin' |
| Bricks comin' from Dallas, that purple comin' from Cali |
| Pills comin' from Gramblin', the pickup spot in Port Allen |
| It’s a drought, then I’m fuckin' up, I ain’t new, I know what is what |
| N' that scale don’t lie, so I don’t neva be fuckin' up |
| I don’t talk ova the phone cause them people be all ears |
| They quick to tap ya phone when they know you a ball’ear |
| N' I ain’t neva have that fuckin' thang that they call fear |
| Whateva you need, just come n' get it, it’s all here |
| I told ya I’ma hustla, pimp juice, I don’t wear a pimp suit |
| N' ain’t the type to ride n' a Lex' coupe |
| But everybody know what I’m really 'bout |
| I stay wit a semi out, n' run my business throughout a click house |
| I keep my pounds off in the attic, got cocaine in the city |
| N' keep my rocks stuffed off in the mattress |
| The way I push, ya oughta call me Beatrice |
| I don’t take no shit from no crackhead about my cabbage |
| Come up short n' I’ll let a bitch have it |
| Anybody, bitch or nigga, you can get it, head-bussa or faggot |
| Street gossip nigga |
| The streets will talk nigga |
| N y’all niggas know I got it |
| Why don’t y’all come get it then?! |
| I know y’all want it |
| Come get it then! |
| Nigga, I’m all out in public wit it, cha heard me? |