Az Izz, Az Izz feat. Drift — Gettin’ It
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re programmed walk this way like RUN DMC for the loud or the Lohan
I get is for the low fam like Reggie I’m the dope man slanging bud n blow right out of a coke can
Here to raise the bar like Conan arms leave you bleeding like bish with no tampons
Roll up a backwood these niggas taking a long damn time you’re in the right hood throwing up the wrong gang signs
Now you stuck can’t get out Wayward pines I’m not JJ but I’m having real good times
I used to be in these streets committing real hood crimes
Same thing that left me broke made me rich loud banging gotta take baby sips
My lady’s thick plus she’s not not no 80’s chick I put that work in my nigga
Garvey shift gears in that Porsche Boxster 86 top back acting like animaniacs with a bunch of bad bishes they all brainiacs and they came strapped with the K the Mac
They stay in the back a nigga snap leave his brains detached
HOOK
I’m gettin’ to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up
I’m gettin’ to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up
VERSE 2 (Drift)
Mention Drift and they like he the best and keep he keep it fresh!
Guy is great but if you violate you’d get beat to death, shinning like a brand new sack of diamonds boy let me confess really tho couple years ago the Jag was repossessed
Now I’m riding Beamers no more dogging my Adidas puffing up all kinds of reefers bussin’ nuts inside ya divas
They cuff like they polices I’m bussin’ out they teethist niggas fake like they the toughest but they suckaz ‘n some leeches
They all soft wack you with the pistol or the sawed off smooth talking nigga charm any woman draws off
I don’t care they small tall skinny bones or flat shit swollen fat bish they on my dick like prophylactic
Slaughter clowns you some sorry jokes you cowards all watered down
Bish you hardly dope strapped like them army folks you’d all be smoked if I get to my damn trunk that all she wrote
HOOK
I’m gettin’ to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up
I’m gettin’ to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up
VERSE 3 (Az Izz)
Ryan Montgomery how you gone come for me I’m optimist prime you bumble bee I’ll whip that ass humbly
You looking like food and all my nigga hungry rob you for ya’ jewels shoes strip you out ya’ dungarees
You souped pushing a coup getting a lil’ loot not too long ago you wasn’t allowed to leave ya stoop
When you stepped off a nigga hit ya like boop boop then another nigga hit ya’ like boop boop boop boop
Flipping ya’ skirt they woulda’ put ya’ dick in the dirt couldn’t move around the D
‘Till Proof lifted the curse, fuck a backpack bitch nigga get you a purse when you see some real niggas you put that whip in reverse
Detroit was a no fly zone for you my nigga you was getting yo’ ass whooped by niggas you knew my nigga
Not once or twice more than a few my nigga so bad I was trying to figure out what you do my nigga
You minor league we all stars if some chit pop off you gone be like calling all cars calling all car ‘cuz you the police my nigga
HOOK
I’m gettin’ to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up
I’m gettin’ to this money ain’t nothing stopping me. When I blow up I’m gone throw it, I’m gone throw it up
