That #ss on her had to come from her mama, yeah
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I turn sh#t to sugar, 20K for the booking
10K for the bodies, killer fly way from Brooklyn
I was in the streets, mama couldn’t even whoop me
Daddy told me he wasn’t raising no p#ss#
My son was rich ‘fore he even came out the p#ss#
Step on your block if that button get pushed
I smoke exotic, don’t pass me no kush
She talkin’ crazy, b#tch, you need to hush
Pack touch down, sh#t fill up a bus
12 at the door, too much to flush
Go get the money, yeah, that’s a must
I keep it real, b#tch, I’m one thousand plus
And I been thuggin’, nobody touch me
Reach for my chain, get shot in your nugget
Lam’ truck yellow, no mustard
Came from a hood full of hustlers
You from a hood full of busters
I make that b#tch drive that dope to Augusta
No, I don’t trust her
The b#tch know better
No, I don’t play when that sh#t ’bout that cheddar
Took me some time, but I got it together
I turn sh#t to sugar, 20K for the booking
10K for the bodies, killer fly way from Brooklyn
I was in the streets, mama couldn’t even whoop me
Daddy told me he wasn’t raising no p#ss#
My son was rich ‘fore he even came out the p#ss#
Step on your block if that button get pushed
I smoke exotic, don’t pass me no kush
She talkin’ crazy, b#tch, you need to hush
Pack touch down, sh#t fill up a bus
12 at the door, too much to flush
Go get the money, yeah, that’s a must
I keep it real, b#tch, I’m one thousand plus
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Off-White hoodie
Frostbite wrist like a slushy
Smokin’ on dank, boy, this sh#t so musty
Got the streets hot like I jumped out the oven
Nothin’ but some hundreds, blueberry muffins
No Nick Cannon, stay with them drummers
That #ss on her had to come from her mama
Bank account full of fetty, got commas on commas
I’m the bossman, got runners on runners
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Yung Mal Lyrics – Got It Together