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lil yase – get it in (remix) lyrics

[intro]
i mean it’s self explanatory you n-ggas know who i is
on god, n-gga this the real remix p
lil yase my n-gga, yatta was happenin’?
blood! my brother n-gga
mozzy h-ll gang, g val go crazy
nef get it in

[hook]
oh sh-t, them n-ggas on that sh-t again
finna hit they block let it drip again
bounce out with 30 sticks again
take it all off n-gga strip again
this b-tch off a pill ate the d-ck again
b-tch off a molly ate the clique again
aye get it in! on my mama b-tch we get it in

[verse 1: lil yase]
oh sh-t lil yase on that sh-t again
just dropped a n-gga off the hen again
just off the rollers in the f-ckin benz
everything i drop that is f-ckin 10
got yo b-tch on my d-ck doing backspins
got this mac in my lap watch this mac bend
got my n-gga in the back with a mac 10
put the shotty to your back blow your back in
i’m in the trap my lil n-ggas meet that sack in
air it out lets bring the pack in
migo gang get to trapping
40 on me get to clapping

[verse 2: yatta]
home court, b-tch we get it in
catch another case i sit again
they don’t want them n-ggas off that sh-t again
my n-ggas off pills they ain’t listening
smoked his b-tch, hit his b-tch with this d-ck again
ate the d-ck dropped her off she had a fit again
dare a n-gga to cross me like a christian man
here go 9 shots, many men
b-tch we stay strapped, velcro
all my n-ggas got stripes, sh-ll toes
stomp a n-gga out in these steel toes
b-tch we all tripping f-ck a chill mode

[verse 3: g val]
everyday i’m taking chances tryna get it in
n-ggas speaking on my name, he a silly kid
n-gga say he got the strap, tell him shoot it then
i’m out of town with the loud tryna get it in
if she ain’t tryna f-ck the gang then don’t let her in
i took a trip to your hood and you weren’t even there
everyday i’m in the hood and you ain’t never there
these n-ggas worser than these hoes and they don’t even care
don’t be asking for no favors, ain’t your f-ckin mans
all that sh-t you wearing fake don’t wear that sh-t again
800 for the pint i’m on that sh-t again
7 grams in a wood boy we fit it in it’s lit!

[verse 4: lil blood]
bloood!
give me your chain p-ssy give it in
give me your watch, give me your ring p-ssy give it in
and tell your b-tch to shut up ‘fore i slap her with the pistol i’ma k!ll this whole d-mn house if i don’t get my issue
goofy went upstairs yatta went with him yase was in the kitchen
goofy said we here bruh we on its about 110
i was kinda shocked but i knew it had to be more cause we ain’t find the money it had to be in the floor
oh sh-t, a n-gga got stripped again
f-cking with them shady city hoes again
them b-tches just like oakland
and them richmond b-tches, all them b-tches is smokers

[verse 5: nef the pharaoh]
oh sh-t, the pharaoh finna trip again
if i ever go broke i’m hitting l1cks again
it ain’t sh-t for me to strip a man
back in high school i used to get it in
20 year old boss b-tch i feel like young dolph it ain’t no real shooters left cause all these b-tch n-ggas soft
i give a n-gga a fade like my uncle junebug
at the barbershop you n-ggas cops, ya’ll not real thugs
hit the city with my sunnydale n-ggas getting love
hit the point with g val smoking loud and turning up
let a cop try to pull that baltimore sh-t on us and we gon’ f-ck his -ss up with his own billy club b-tch we trippin’!

[verse 6: mozzy]
oh sh-t got that 40 with the long stick
dome body shot dome body shot dome sh-t
couple lines of codeine, couple lines of cocaine
off the porch at 14, raised in the dope game
we don’t want the half p, n-ggas need the whole thang
clique full of propane, hit him from a close range
lil n-ggas acting like b-tches, going both ways
if you ain’t in my circle, you gotta purchase your own thang
doing what the song say
really live this lifestyle
and his face was with it like he skyping with a white gal
on that double back sh-t, finna slither right now
keep doing wipe downs till they let my guys out

- lil yase lyrics

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