I’m racked up like the grocery aisle
Hoe you know I get big breaded
And I feel like sky’s the limit
Why is that because Big said it
I been sittin here for a minute
Just waitin’ on you I’m big ready
Hoe you know you come up to me
On that b#llsh#t I would’ve been dead it
We all sinners b#tch its sin city
Imma have to make you a enemy
If you ain’t tryin’ to be friends with me
I been out soakin’ up the rain
And yall f#ckers scared to get drenched with me
Get ya shovel hoe ya gotta dig me
Big booger b#tch you better pick me
I’m on shroom dust but I call it pixie
I do not laugh very easy
The thought of me broke is hysterical though
I know how to get up my green
I just fertilize it and the miracles grow
It’s been a minute since I been to church
But I’m feelin’ so spiritual though
Dick in your face
So you see how I’m comin’
And get you a visual though
I do not need me a baddie
I need me a richie
f#ck all these dimes
I need hundreds and fifties
Be a broke b#tch
And have fun with yo t#tt#es
Boy that’s a pity
I was actin’ an #ss
Straight from the beginning
So ain’t no surprise that I’m shittin’
I won’t even give ’em the grace of being some p#ssies
Them b#tches is kittens
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
I break ’em down
Just to build ’em up
I empty pockets
Just to fill them up
My dick grow like Pinocchio
When I lie down
But I’m real as f#ck
Now wipe me down
I get on up
You point yo b#llsh#t my way
Then imma go Kyle Ritt on ya
Like dope beats I spit on ya
I ain’t in this b#tch to politic
Cause I don’t really f#ck with politicians
I’m just chillin’ in my own world
And I made it all like Wanda vision
I know cons with yay
That’s Donda children
Won’t feel rich till I got a billion
Any muf#cka sayin they ain’t feelin me
Ain’t got no feelins’
I’m animal style baby in and out
I don’t take no drama or give it out
You cannot keep up if I hit a route
I’m gettin’ wide open and touchin’ down
Leave you in a daze when the sun is down
b#tch I make a banger
No gun around
My lady get smart
Tell her dumb it down
I do not have room for no c#nt around
I blow on this bong till it’s burnin my spirit
I’m high off the loud you could hear it
I bet you could smell it and taste it and feel it
But you can’t get anywhere near it
I call it Mary I’m high as the holy one
Baby that sh#t is apparent
I grew some wings on my back
And I might just jump off of this roof If you dare me
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
It might go down I get it up
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Garry With Two R’s Lyrics – I Get It Up