3way heff – ion really get it (freestyle) lyrics
[chorus]
ayy, i don’t really get it
how the f+ck they get a million views, but can’t sell twenty tickets?
this sh+t fake, they try to blackball me because i’m really with it
like my foot been broken, b+tch, i’m chillin’, i don’t wanna kick it
slimy n+gga, b+tch, i’m out here f+ckin’ my opps’ baby mamas
f+ck me good, if i sell these p’s, buy you balenciaga
’bout a dollar, he fold for that cheese, this sh+t like enchiladas
street n+gga, when we in the trenches, put on balaclavas
[verse]
she said i’m a dog, i guess i’m air bud
when they play that n+gga music, i need earbuds (turn that sh+t off)
they finally bought a gun last year, now they think they’re thugs
only time you gotta worry ’bout them steppin’ is when they on drugs (p+ssies)
i ain’t steppin’ on stage without no weapon, sorry, i can’t do it
if we talk about p+ssy, money, or packs, n+gga, i ran through it
had a chance to be big, he thought he was crip, that n+gga f+ckin’ blew it
had a funny feeling n+ggas plottin’ on me, they was, i f+ckin’ knew it
do it if you gon’ do it, ain’t nothin’ to it, if you say it’s up with me, then it’s stuck with me
i don’t care if a b+tch+ass n+gga hate me, real n+ggas f+ck with me
trap n+gga, i feel comfortable in the slums, tweakers and clucks with me
rap n+gga, i feel comfortable in the stu’, k!llers and the thugs with me
i turn this b+tch to a fan, she shakin’ ass while playin’ my music
i flip the work into bands, if you sellin’ drugs, you better not use it
you gotta eat or lose it, you in a room full of bosses, you gotta learn from losses
and i’ma stand on business, i need an office, tell ’em to trust the process
[chorus]
ayy, i don’t really get it
how the f+ck they get a million views, but can’t sell twenty tickets?
this sh+t fake, they try to blackball me because i’m really with it
like my foot been broken, b+tch, i’m chillin’, i don’t wanna kick it
slimy n+gga, b+tch, i’m out here f+ckin’ my opps’ baby mamas
f+ck me good, if i sell these p’s, buy you balenciaga
’bout a dollar, he fold for that cheese, this sh+t like enchiladas
street n+gga, when we in the trenches, put on balaclavas
[outro]
i don’t really get it
like what the f+ck?
go, go, go, go, go
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