Got It lyrics

by

Mickey Factz


They look up to the..
f*ck boys wonderin..
b*tches know the planes got it
b*tches know the planes got it

[Verse 1]
Incinerate the streets
The moment that my size 7 Bapes graze concrete
Every step I take bring me closer to the roaster in the villa
Wakin up to chilled mimosas
I do it how a real n*gga supposed to
I obligated myself in '02
When I seen Soulja Slim bring that lac truck through
I'm the truth these n*ggas is daffy
Duck ass n*ggas keep quackin
But I can't hear ya I got a sound proof cabin
Roll down my window just to pitch out yo wack ass album
I got you hot on the street... literally
I'm like yo promo team my lolo green
10 switches in the button for james bond smoke screen
Im a hard act to follow
n*ggas need luck better rub that log at the apollo

b*tches know the planes got it
b*tches know the planes got it
And you can't do a thang about it
b*tches know the planes go it
b*tches know the planes go it
And that ain't gone change im sorry
[Verse 2]
Im so sick with it one listen
Might have n*ggas coughing n sniffling
My pockets is fatter than peter griffin
Green in em like my rollin papers
Had a couple n*ggas round me that I know was haters
Gave em enough rope to hang themselves that's how I played em
Broke they own necks you see they body swayin
From the ceilings n they mental prisons
Closed minds wasn't open to the fly living
Soon they understand that they never stand over my n*ggas
Tabulate the statistics
Congratulate the victors
We leave lames as air strike victims
Im on my sh*t
These karate carbon copy jockin my kicks
Im at work in my play clothes
Louis luggage on the racks of the range rove
Murder on the beat cased closed
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