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gimme that - getrichzay lyrics

[intro]
gang
six sh*t, get your b*tch hit (gang)
gang sh*t, no lame sh*t
stay on your lane, b*tch
you know we bust brains, bit’
yup (yup)

[chorus]
ayy, huh, b*tch, i’m chasin’ checks (chasin’ checks, aight, come on)
got called thinkin’ with this d*ck, he died from chasin’ six (yup)
yeah, we send the bags and drop that lo’, that lil’ b*tch hit the saks (come on)
yeah, we spin the benz, we drop two opps (aight), b*tch, that’s some major flex (come on)
ayy, clean up crew, we made a mess (yup)
wipe ’em off, we made him sweat (let’s go)
ayy, me, lil tay and flip, we walk sh*t down, b*tch, we the triple threat (what up?)
ayy, me, two hoеs have triple s*x (uh)
uh, bеat her down, she gimme neck (uh)
uh, n*gga flexin’ with that bag, i up this pole like, “gimme that” (gimme that)

[verse 1]
yup, arp came with attaches
uh, i’m just tryna f*ck that b*tch one time ’cause i don’t too attach, ayy (uh, uh)
load that drac’ and hit his ass ten times (boom*boom), this sh*t got him refreshin’ (baow)
ayy, we doin’ hits (boom), i send that blitz like we was playin’ madden (boom*boom)
ayy, make sure that my driver be on point (yup) ’cause we don’t do no crashin’ (skrrt, aight)
ayy, we just seen a opp, we cross the street, we hop out, get the pass (aight)
ayy, headshot, seen his body lock up (pah), b*tch, that’s satisfaction (pah)
ayy, we just put a hundred in that sh*t, this b*tch forever lastin’
ayy, i don’t no trust no n*gga out here (uh*huh), most they ass be doin’ worse (uh*huh)
ayy, same n*ggas that’s writin’ statements same ones claim they doin’ dirty
uh, most of my real n*ggas gone, b*tch, i feel like uzi vert (yurr)
you got your gun, i got my gun, let’s see who gon’ shoot it first (boom)
ayy, durham just to do a verse (yup)
ayy, put his body in a he*rs* (uh)
he couldn’t even make it to the show, he died at his rehe*rs*
ayy, n*gga try to pull up silentless, left his cross up, k!lled the verse (skrrt)
ayy, me and lil tay be smokin’ shh, his lil’ ass died in a church
d*mn, i know his mama hurt (ayy)
ayy, told lil’ folks, “stop poppin’ percs” (uh)
uh, opps be out here copyin’ work
all my opps want paperwork (paperwork, rats)
[chorus]
ayy, huh, b*tch, i’m chasin’ checks (yup, aight, come on)
got called thinkin’ with this d*ck, he died from chasin’ six (d*mn)
yeah, we send the bags and drop that lo’, that lil’ b*tch hit the saks (hit that lo’)
yeah, we spin the benz, we drop two opps (yup), b*tch, that’s some major flex (aight, aight, come on)
ayy, clean up crew, we made a mess (what else?)
wipe ’em off, we made him sweat (come on)
ayy, me, lil tay and flip, we walk sh*t down, b*tch, we the triple threat (no cap)
ayy, me, two hoes have triple s*x (uh)
uh, beat her down, she gimme neck (yup)
uh, n*gga flexin’ with that bag, i up this pole like (up that), “gimme that” (gimme that)

[intro]
up that pole like, “gimme that”
gimme that, boom*boom
f*ck goin’ on? big 2s’
f*ck this all, f*ck the hoes

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