| Go getter, I be outside | 
| Fuck the weather, I be outside | 
| I keep a couple bands on me | 
| I had to get em by my lonely | 
| Go getter, I be outside | 
| Fuck the weather, I be outside | 
| I keep a couple bands on me | 
| I had to get em by my lonely | 
| Fettuccini fetching, mozzarella fella | 
| Duffle bag, quarter million cash, tryna tell em | 
| We grind together, shine together, homicide together | 
| Ratted when they caught you | 
| Like you’d rather do the time together | 
| Sat it down briefly | 
| Gave me time to get my mind together | 
| Taking down amigo information, putting lines together | 
| Should’ve took advantage | 
| I was broke and would’ve whatever | 
| Do it for my jurisdiction | 
| That’s who niggas tryna better | 
| I don’t even tuck the chain | 
| Bet you niggas try it never | 
| He accomplice in the sting | 
| Bet you niggas die together | 
| Really outside for the doughy | 
| Like never mind the weather | 
| I be getting sick without slime | 
| I need a pint or better | 
| Go getter, I be outside | 
| Fuck the weather, I be outside | 
| I keep a couple bands on me | 
| I had to get em by my lonely | 
| Go getter, I be outside | 
| Fuck the weather, I be outside | 
| I keep a couple bands on me | 
| I had to get em by my lonely | 
| Outside, I don’t be cooped up in that condo | 
| Durk who, in the streets I’m John Doe | 
| Money every week | 
| I’m sending money off to Dede, Zoo, and Rondo | 
| Even with this status that I got, I keep the glizzy cocked | 
| You don’t dance, well this your chance | 
| Bullets make you milly rock | 
| I’m a Muslim with this pole | 
| I be getting busy, ahk | 
| Taking trips up on the highway, hope the narcs don’t try and stop me | 
| I’m a high speed, what’s going, they would try to pop me | 
| Ever heard that Mac sound | 
| on your background | 
| Then you hear that clack sound | 
| Niggas out here scheming | 
| In the trenches with the demons | 
| And if I say it that I mean it | 
| Go getter, I be outside | 
| Fuck the weather, I be outside | 
| I keep a couple bands on me | 
| I had to get em by my lonely | 
| Go getter, I be outside | 
| Fuck the weather, I be outside | 
| I keep a couple bands on me | 
| I had to get em by my lonely | 
| I caught a couple licks outside | 
| I turned crip outside | 
| I was taught to spray the whole strip if ain’t no kids outside | 
| If niggas couldn’t find a kitchen, water whipped it outside | 
| I’m lying, just need a stove and I could fix about 9 | 
| I learned to fight outside | 
| They took my bike outside | 
| Whatever in the game get robbed, if you shoot dice outside | 
| Chicken wings and fried rice, I broke outside | 
| Fuck with these niggas, I tried | 
| In love with these bitches, I lied | 
| I slide like I’m on roller skates | 
| I hear you rapping 'bout drugs, don’t know how coke would taste | 
| Jealous niggas supposed to hate | 
| Ain’t get a chance to re-up, fuck it, I sold 'em shake | 
| 16 shots, Kobe rookie year, you holding 8 | 
| Eastside | 
| Go getter, I be outside | 
| Fuck the weather, I be outside | 
| I keep a couple bands on me | 
| I had to get em by my lonely | 
| Go getter, I be outside | 
| Fuck the weather, I be outside | 
| I keep a couple bands on me | 
| I had to get em by my lonely |