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go getter - ygg tay lyrics

[intro]
trauma tone

[chorus]
i been a hustler, i never had me a job‚ uh (d-boy)
sh-t get f-cked up‚ ain’t no hesitation‚ i rob, uh (give me that)
bros over hoes, that’s part of y-double-r‚ yeah (y-double-g)
y-double-g, young go getter is the squad (get it, get it)
i’m a go getter‚ i be f-ckin’ all the broads (thotties)
i’m a go getter, i stay switching up cars (skrrt)
i’m a go getter, check my background, ain’t no flaws (solid)
i’m a go getter, you n-gg-s know the city ours (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
go getter the name, you dumb as sh-t, you don’t know that (y-double)
f-ck a stupid b-tch, count up scrilla like i’m kodak (free kodak)
can’t talk that gangster sh-t around here, you gotta show that (you gotta show firm)
i been gettin’ money, what you wan’ me post a throwback? (haha)
sellin’ dope and c-ke in my city with my o’s hat (orioles)
plug keep talkin’ ’bout some rap sh-t, man, where them o’s at? (f-ck all that)
get a lot of p-ssy, that ain’t nothin’, check my ho facts (thottie)
bet it say i work out on these b-tches like i’m bowflex (i swear)
go getter up in this b-tch, you know the spot’ll watch (cling, cling)
we rollin’ up the haze, poppin’ pills, and sippin’ wock’ (druggin’)
he tryna be just like me, but he can’t, he need to stop (to quit)
wasting all this money for nothin’, he still ain’t hot, b-tch (n-body don’t b-mp that sh-t)

[chorus]
i been a hustler, i never had me a job, uh (d-boy)
sh-t get f-cked up, ain’t no hesitation, i rob, uh (give me that)
bros over hoes, that’s part of y-double-r, yeah (y-double-g)
y-double-g, young go getter is the squad (get it, get it)
i’m a go getter, i be f-ckin’ all the broads (thotties)
i’m a go getter, i stay switching up cars (skrrt)
i’m a go getter, check my background, ain’t no flaws (solid)
i’m a go getter, you n-gg-s know the city ours (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2]
spent a couple racks on this gucci coat, i’m winnin’ (double g)
and the tee a thousand, i don’t check prices, i’ll spend it (i blow it)
balenciaga runners, ‘nother thou-wow on the tennis (designer)
five racks on the outfit just to post up in the trenches (yeah)
pour a four up in a twenty ounce, i like it potent (hi-tech)
i tried me a xanny and it had me in slow motion (sheesh)
i love percocets, i gotta pop me a high dosage (perkys)
pistol’s always on me in my trap, it ain’t no smokin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
i made a mil’ up in these streets, so my life is a win (duh)
my homeboys is my family, they are not my friends (y-double-g)
hondas with the carti’ tints, you know what we get in (gas)
a n-gg- play and you don’ give kickback, ’round here that’s a sin (gang)

[outro]
trauma tone

- ygg tay lyrics

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