King G.I. - Gyt It Theme Song (feat. PizzleDontPlay) Lyrics

Blowing OG in a hemi
And I got an overloaded semi
The marching band need new drums and sticks
Hit my line if you got any
I got some brand new pistols
Brand new choppers
Brand new tec
I'm on a money making mission but don't get it twisted
You can get wet
Do it in your hood with my bare face
Lil baby look good with her bare face
They put me in the woods in a bear cage
It was hard to get through it like a barricade
But I did it like nothing
I used to be struggling but now I be getting this money
I came a long way from the CPS
Now I shine on these haters like VVS
Ice on me got a nigga on some cool shit
But I'm a Taurus so you know I'm with the bullshit
Glock on me and that bitch hold 30
In half a minute I'll empty the full clip
The streets taught me more lessons than school did
Had to learn to survive in the violence
Had to learn how to get to them dollars
Had to learn everybody ain't solid
Get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it
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Every single day i get it
If it's about cake I'm with it
Tryna make a whole lot of digits
I need a whole hundred million
Never treat the hoes like women
Get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it
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Get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it
Every single day i get it
If it's about cake I'm with it
Tryna make a whole lot of digits
I need a whole hundred million
Never treat the hoes like women
Money so dirty gotta count it with the gloves on
I remember mama used to work for the group home
I ain't have no family in the city
I was on my own
Really hit the trap
I ain't talking bout horatios
I went through the most but never did I fold
I done seen so much that my eyes won't close
I could never give up
I'm the city's last hope
I'm fighting off these demons
I'm at war for my soul
Smokin out the pound
Some shit you don't relate to
1738 Bottles on the table
She see the chain shine and she watch no cable
Rappin like I'm signed
Never met wit a label
Pink slips new whips
Blue face blue strips
My daughter got new drip
Her neck and wrist stupid
First I get the money
Then thumb right through it
Get it get it get it get it
We the new movement
I mix my designer
They say I'm confusing
Step in the building
These hoes get to choosing
We really them niggas
This ain't no illusion
This ain't no illusion
They say I'm a problem
They need a solution
I bossed up my life
You can't stop what I'm doing
Cup full of Remy
Smokin on a Cuban
Floating through the town
Riding round just cruising
Get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it
Get it get it get it get it get it get it
Get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it
Every single day I get it
If it's about cake I'm with it
Tryna make a whole lot of digits
I need a whole hundred million
Never treat the hoes like women
Get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it
Get it get it get it get it get it get it
Get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it get it
Every single day I get it
If it's about cake I'm with it
Tryna make a whole lot of digits
I need a whole hundred million
Never treat the hoes like women