Gotta Get Mines

(Aye Darren you killed that shit) I gotta get, I gotta get, I gotta get mines I gotta get mines I'm out of it, I'm out of it, I'm way too high Shit I'm way too high I gotta get, I gotta get, I gotta get mine I gotta get mines I'm out of it, I'm out of it, I'm way too high Shit I'm way too high Baby what you doing come and kick it with a P I got what you want and I could give you what you need Homie who you fooling, ain't no Gunna with me It's this bread that I'm pursuing gotta get it with ease You got that picture perfect smile so bust it open for me please She got on her knees, so she gone swallow from beneath Running to the bag like bae you know Ima fien Multi with the task I cannot stay in between Get up off your ass, brodie get up on two feet I done got up off my ass, I got them blisters on my feet I done cut off all my past, focused onto better things I ain't forcing you to stay, you can leave if you please Got my tunnel vision set on some paper This new switch got a light it's a saber I could never flip my vision for some hater Activision cos I'm active with a vision You want to play both sides, we'll use division On Jesus I need me some pieces and I ain't talking about no Reece's All I see is leeches want me to lose Eat my feces In the stars like Venus no Serina Big booty bitch, me dame mas gasolina Apurate, voy venir tengo prisa Swipe, swipe, swipe Collecting checks through them visas Night, night, night Va manacer en la noticia On God though, I'm sipping Henny & Moscato No cap though, I got my mask like I'm Michael Bitch I'm 4-4, I'm hitting triples and some cycles And that's on my soul, I got my hand on my bible I gotta get, I gotta get, I gotta get mines I gotta get mines I'm out of it, I'm out of it, I'm way too high Shit I'm way too high I gotta get, I gotta get, I gotta get mines I gotta get mines I'm out of it, I'm out of it, I'm way too high Laser tag, we gone hit him with that red beam This a big mac, we don't tolerate no lose strings Get back, I got Loc, I got ping ping Ming ming, I got some shit that'll make him sing sing I been popping going up, brodie stop it I'ma shark, you be hanging around them goblins I got a rocket in my pocket brodie stop it Mossing shit like my last name was Hopkins I'ma boss ass player and ya'll know it Run this fade in the back and I'ma blow it Christian Lou Viton and I don't show it Shooting dice in the alley, yea I roll it My girl carry all the racks and you can't hold it I'ma boss ass player and ya'll know it Don't come close to me cos I just might blow it Don't come close to me cos I just might blow (Ugh, ugh, ugh) (Man, light that fucking blunt up come on we out of here, they know the deal Finesse Team Entertainment, applying pressure by any means necessary)