We Gettin' On

Yo hey girl Yo check this out Eli Boyer told me I get to spit on his track right? Isn't that great? Yeah good for you man I hope to meet him too So I met this guy, the other week He was extra mean Well let me tell you what he said to me He said "you're fucking Trash rap, yeah you are trash man Your crap it is so bland Shit belongs in the trash can" I snapped back like God damn, shit's not that bad And plus it's my music I can do it however I choose to And it'd behoove you To loosen up cause you're only human It's not like you're a saint or something Boy shut up you look stupid He shot back with You only rap about three things A little bit of money, mmm Some tits and some weed And everybody freaks First off, no That's not the reason they're into me They're into me cause I am intimately engineering These little symphonies And since everyone can relate I am simply Giving it to em straight, doc So you can thank me for the food on your plate Before he could take off I reached in sleeve, pulled out the ace I hand him a joint He looked at me Took a hit of the weed and screamed We gettin' on mother fucker Yeah we gettin' on We gettin' on mother fucker Yeah we gettin' on We going hard mother fucker Uh We going hard hard till early morn Like f*ck it, we gettin' on yeah We gettin' on yeah We gettin' on yeah We gettin' on yeah We gettin' on Pack that kief inside the bowl and just keep it pouring We gettin' on yeah So this guy tried to collab And I was like no chance And he was like oh yeah And I was like oh yeah I heard your rhyme scheme It's short of the Ivy Leagues Not to mention the timing And I keep a tight beat Yeah at first he was so mad He tried to downplay me, saying I couldn't be put to task I said f*ck you and f*ck this rap I don't work for opinions So you can kiss my ass He said "but" I said yeah "butt", exactly that I ain't got time for this wack ass Backpack little rap shit If you ain't bout it bout it Then back up bitch you is chowder he's like I practice I was like I seriously doubt it Bitch you are the clown and I am the bull And the matador And here he was still mad But then he came to Quickly, good Cause I told the man You can rap the words to my shit His fuckin' eyes lit up excited While he grinned, I reminded him The shit is still mine We gettin' on mother fucker Yeah we gettin' on We gettin' on mother fucker Yeah we gettin' on We going hard mother fucker Uh We going hard hard till early morn Like f*ck it, we gettin' on yeah We gettin' on yeah We gettin' on yeah We gettin' on yeah We gettin' on Pack that kief inside the bowl and just keep it pouring We gettin' on yeah So I found myself down in the foyer This girl came up to me and she was like Are you ELI BOYER And I was like Kinda sorta She's like cool, I said yeah It's a hard knock life But I do what I can, she's like I feels that Been through a couple of things and back myself But don't get down with these hands we've been dealt Then she thanked me for my music And asked if I ever get lonely I said of course I do Then she said baby show me I said then Okay boo, yeah listen to this She said shhh Pressing her finger across my lips Then she came a little closer And in came the hips Moving her hand away She pecked me a little kiss She said to me Some moments don't need to be spoken just lived I know that you're a rapper And that's dapper but trust me on this You wanna collab We don't have to speak back at the crib She giggled, said oh yeah Here we go She bout to get her some dick We gettin' on mother fucker Yeah we gettin' on We gettin' on mother fucker Yeah we gettin' on We going hard mother fucker Uh Yeah