Getting $hit Done Lyrics – Ato Woody

Getting $hit Done Lyrics by Ato Woody

Yeah
(yeah) 5 years ago i was nobody, selling that food to the fiends (yeah)
Trust me, i never been scared of getting some blood on my leaves (yeah)
You know what i mean, i already told you that we own this scene (we own this scene)

This ting is so stressing, a rock and a hard place, i feel in between (yeah)
If i decide to stop making the music then chop off my arm (chop it)
This is what i’m on
Your girlfriend be calling me «hun» (she calls me «hun»)

My name really ends with a «khan»
I’m putting the work in the studio 24/7, i’m getting sh#t done (i’m getting sh#t done)
I’m getting sh#t done
This sh#t is produced by the one and the only omaru, i do not need nobody else (no)

My g can do anything, any song that he works on is a banger as well (it’s a banger)
I’m not jamaican, but still this sh#t burning so hot, just like inna the hell (so hot)
I’m just avoiding the sentence, like i can’t really spell
Problems on problems, they nothing to me, cause i follow my path (yeah, yeah)

Dripping so much, you could’ve thought that i’m taking the bath (drip, splash)
I’m about to fix you back into your place, i’m ostheopath (i’m osteopath)
Visit your block with intention of harm, imma show your my wrath (b#tch, what?)
b#tches in love with me when i go wilding (wilding)

Like «baby, what’s happening?» (what’s happening?)
Ain’t got designer on me and still i am f#cking them up with my styling (styling)
I’m going too deep in this sh#t, this is like i went diving, and i’m not even trying (not even trying)
I jump into the booth, when the beat is about to drop, that’s what i call timing (timing)

I am so fly that i start to be missing the jet, when i step on the ground
Thought you’re joking at time, but ugh, you lot just bunch of the clowns
Promised myself to get famous as f#ck for my momma, i’m making her proud
I know that i did hit the bottom in past, but now it is time for rebound

I was in jail for three months, now i’m here, tryna build my own way to the top with my g’s
I’m opening doors with no keys, my flow’s like disease
K’dot said we gon’ be alright, so i’m tryna find money trees
We don’t want war, only peace

We staying alive like bee gees
They say «ato, chill», but i’m chilled
Ugh, yeah, swear, man, i’m chilled
I am so calm all the time, you may think that i’m taking the pills

She said she wanna spend weekend with me and i took her to hills
I’m signing big deals, while steering the wheel on my lambo, i’m talkin’ for real (woo)
Don’t ever try doubting my words, cause i’m talkin’ for real
Yeah, man, i’m talkin’ for real (yeah, yeah)

If i decide to stop making the music then chop off my arm (chop it)
This is what i’m on
Your girlfriend be calling me «hun» (she calls me «hun»)
My name really ends with a «khan»

I’m putting the work in the studio 24/7, i’m getting sh#t done (i’m getting sh#t done)
I’m getting sh#t done
If i decide to stop making the music then chop off my arm (chop it)
This is what i’m on

Your girlfriend be calling me «hun» (she calls me «hun»)
My name really ends with a «khan»
I’m putting the work in the studio 24/7, i’m getting sh#t done (i’m getting sh#t done)
I’m getting sh#t done
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Ato Woody Lyrics – Getting $hit Done

Ato Woody

Getting $hit Done