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lil berete - go n get it lyrics

[intro]
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[chorus: lil berete]
i had to go and get it (i had to go)
money and clothes drippin’ (money and clothes)
i roll with real dope dealers (i roll with real dope dealers)
and i got cold hitters, ayy (and i got cold hitters)
hit up my bro and get it (hit up my bro)
and she a gold digger, yeah (and she a gold digger)
i took her home and hit it (i took her home)
i don’t smoke no midgets, yeah
money and clothes, i’m drippin’, yeah (money and clothes)
and she a ho hitter (ho hitter)
it took long minutes, yeah (it took long minutes)
i’ma say this one time
i count hundreds, i count digits every time (every time)
and i got groupies, i got thotties on my line (they on my line)
had to keep a stick and roll with gang, that’s every time (yeah)
had to stay down low ’til the sun go down and we gon’ slide

[verse 1: loski]
how them n-ggas take my broski? (broski)
next opp we catch, i bet they go sleep (yeah, yeah, yeah)
pull up on us, we’ll see (yeah)
just bought a new beretta for the team (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ooh, and i got a lil berete with me (yeah)
r.i.p sa, my g (yeah, yeah, yeah)
ooh yeah (ooh yeah)
last week we ’round with three rounds up
booyah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
won’t stop ’til all of dem turn to dust
and we got all of these feds on us (feds on us)
’cause they know what we do (yeah)
run through all these bands and it’s true (yeah)
used to go kway-kway with my goons (kway-kway with my goons)
all of my barbies, dem pretty and bad (yeah)
f-ck on your ho and i know that you mad (yeah)
pull up in foreigns, my pagans, dem br-ss (yeah)
how you so c-cky and you ain’t got cash? (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i buy the sh-t that you wish you had (yeah)
flex in designer, i don’t care ’bout the tag (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: lil berete]
bring a stick, i ain’t coming to fight (bring a stick)
fell in love with the gun in my life (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i was broke, i was eating that rice (yeah, yeah, yeah)
then i switch up my play with it nice (yeah, yeah, yeah)
like a plane, i ain’t talking no kite (like a plane)
free my bro, i ain’t switchin’ no side (free my bro)
like a virgin, my circle be tight (yeah)
i been hurtin’, i gotta go slide (yeah, yeah, yeah, grrraaa)
and i’m doing alright on my own (alright)
with that white in the bag like it’s four (with the white)
in the sky, and i feel like a drone (in the sky)
hit a l1ck with a mash then we gone (hit a l1ck)
and i stay in the field like a cone (yeah)
i was making them calls on the phone (oh yeah)
in the trap, i was trappin’ at home (in the trap)
f-ck a cop, you know i can’t fold (yeah, cop, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 3: loski]
chasin’ the bag (yeah, yeah)
designer on all of my shoes (yeah, yeah)
she cheat on her man (yeah, yeah)
but she weren’t supposed to (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
from 13, been with it, don’t question (yeah)
from 15, that shotty my weapon (yeah)
ask g’smarkz from young, we been pressing (yeah)
you don’t get money, go get up and press it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 4: lil berete]
i’m on a mission to grind and get it (on a mission)
bought me a mansion to feel like in heaven (bought me a mansion)
i had a five then i turned it to a seven (i had a five)
whip up a d just to feel like i’m kevin (whip it up, whip it up)
i’m playing key just like rihanna (i’m playing keys)
smoking my weed, i call it gelato (smoking my weed)
pockets and b’s, i just hit the lotto (pockets and b’s)
hybrid that thing, and i bet it go faster (hybrid that, skrrt)

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