Go Out (feat. Jonte)

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Garry With Two R's

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Thought that I had a lot got a lot more
I went and scaled it up
And I done got me so much of this haze
I could've baled it up
Now all I need is a line of the Ye
You can't tell me nothin'
I never fall for frontin'
I'm pushing all they buttons
Which a one just pick a one
Imma make a meal out of any one
I'm handsome but my hand come
And clap your face like a handgun
I trip alarms I set it off
I'm off the top but my head is on
And anybody think they seeing me
Would rather wish themselves
To be dead and gone
They whole life been a hit away
I fishbowl it when I whip it mane
And some of these hoes so full of envy
Cause like Eli I did it mane
You know exactly what the f*ck I mean
Bitch I ain't bout to reiterate
And any weakness that I peep out
Get picked on and obliterated
I blow it up I don't mitigate it
The old me got renovated
They say it's hard to get in that bitch
But I'm a sharp nigga I penetrate it
Bleed the game I menstruate it
Tear it up and I rearrange it
I came here just to get paid
I am no slave I ain't into hangin'
I go out and get it
Now go out and get it
I go out and get it
Now go out and get it
I go out and get it
Now go out and get it
I go out and get it
Now go out and get it
I turn it up till I'm bussin' the knob
Open her lips and I thrust in her mouth
I have no patience I'm cussing 'em out
Nothing is gonna be tougher than now
I make it easy I'm bussin' it down
She gettin' paid just for fucking around
That bitch is ballin' not fumbling around
I'm a big stepper I rumble the ground
They get up to go and I came up and went
I'm LST'g now Ima get bent
That's my fee mail I get paid when she sent
Put my stamp on her and then she get shipped
I'm gettin' paper I knew off the rip
You cannot top me I blew off the lid
You only cocky when you off the shit
I am a problem when sober or lit
I make advances
You want romancing find a romantic
I'm bout to step bitch I'm doin' my dance
You want a tip then just look in my pants
I got a grip you could look at my hands
Drumming up money I'm good with the bands
I be so high I'm still fly when I land
I beat a beat up again and again
I do not care for excuses
Pull yourself up by yo bootstraps
I'm bout to heat up the game
Then go somewhere where it's cool at
I'm on the mound and it don't matter who bat
My little bitches tell me I'm the one
I shine in they life as if I am the sun
I tell em keep killing the shit
Then I'm givin' em bullets and buyin' em guns
I go out and get it
Now go out and get it
I go out and get it
Now go out and get it
I go out and get it
Now go out and get it
I go out and get it
Now go out and get it

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