Melo Griffith & Travis Thickle - Get It (feat. JCM Felix) Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Stay armed and dangerous (Woah)
Keep six, they hatin' (Woah)
You sick like basic (Woah)
I'm sick, no patients (No)
On your head like think about it
But don't doubt my amazement
Train 'til I'm on every station
You hell bent, I'm hell raisin'
I'm the one they target (Yeah)
Niggas always wanna start shit (Ya)
How you start with no heart in it (Yeah)
Always hit like marksmen
If it ain't money, why you talkin'? (Yeah)
I don't know another topic (Yeah)
I don't speak another language
Even God had prophets
If you want some, then it's on son
No time to spoon feed it
Don't start none, won't be none
It's really that easy (Easy)
Gotta see me to believe it (Believe me)
Girl hit me if you need me (Need me)
No the girl ain't mine
But she call me Mike Jackson how I beat it
Had to go get it, they told me I got it
And now nobody can stop me, ya
Y'all some photocopies, ya
Please proceed with caution, ya
I beat the case too often, ya
I catch a case and off him, ya
I make 'em shake like Parkinson's
If I'm great, you opposite
Get it, get it
Get it, get it
Get it, get it
Get it, get it
I gotta relax before I relapsed
And then it's finished (Ha)
If you want rap, you might get wrapped up (Yeah)
Don't you get it? (Yeah)
I am not tryna relax
I just finished smokin' all of my pack
(All of the pack)
I see what they do for the racks (Racks)
They do a dance for the man in the back (Back)
Some people know all of the facts
I'm on point, you could call me a tac
I really feel like I'm a snack
So much sauce, you could spread on a Mac
(Spread on it)
I'm might just book up a show tho'
(Show tho')
I'm in the booth with my bro bro
(Bro bro)
And we in the lab or the dojo
(Dojo)
We cookin' a chicken risotto
(Yeah)
This wasn't inside of my folder
(Nope)
Don't know bout the pain that I shoulder
(They don't know)
Up In the breeze, yeah, it only gets colder
Better start runnin' the motor
Got 'em jumpin' like a chimpanzee
They want the lama but it ain't candy
Shorties love me but they can't stand me
Gotta admit that I come in handy
I want the gold like I'm tannin' (Ya)
I see it all where I'm standin' (Yeah)
Don't need you to soften the landin' (Ya)
We get it, they hate understandin'
Don't you get it?
Don't you know I get it?
I've been on road for a minute
(For a minute)
I just stole your shows and your hoe
Yeh I did it
(Yeh I did it)
When I'm the road
They don't know cause it's tinted
Don't you get it?
Don't you know we get it?
Say your money long
When you know it's 'bout to finish
How could I be wrong
When all of this was written
If I write it in a song
Then you know just how we livin'
Yeh we did it, we just
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