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[Intro]
Woo, woo
Give this man the f*cking beat
Yeah, turnt out like that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Kelz

[Chorus]
I'ma go get it, break it down in equipment, yeah (Break it down in equipment)
I'm in the kitchen, ayy, whip it how a n*gga whip it, yeah (Whip it how a n*gga whip it)
Packing the shipment, you know I pack it, then I ship it, yeah
Thumbin' through digits (Thumb), the feds came and then we hid it, yeah (Woo, woo)
I'm out the cut on these n*ggas I threw the work in the back of the Honda (Threw the work)
I got the quality work for the streets like I’m DJ Drama
Call me Meek Mill 'cause this money turned my lil' tuna into lobster (Woo, woo, woo)
Feel like Kanye 'cause this music sh*t really turned me into a monster (Woo, woo)

[Verse 1]
Had a b*tch named Rhonda, she was servin' for a n*gga (She was servin')
Had them birdies for a n*gga (Had them birds), got the dirty for a n*gga (Yeah, yeah)
Send a b*tch 'cross country
Young n*gga flip the twenty-piece
Got the fire, n*gga, you and me
Got the twenty-twenty you can see
Drug you with the bullets, boy, don't make me OD
Suggest you pay my fees if you n*ggas owe me
'Cause I just want big Elliott to make a cold piece
And n*gga, I ain't stopping 'til I bust that Rollie
n*ggas always on that fakin' sh*t
I was trappin' out the vacant b*tch
To the house and then I changed my clothes
To Crazy Girls, watch 'em shake some sh*t
Got ones flying everywhere
Turn a stripper to a naked b*tch (Woo)
Roddy, I ain't tryna pay your rent
I just like throwin' faces, b*tch
[Chorus]
I'ma go get it, break it down in equipment, yeah (Break it down in equipment)
I'm in the kitchen, ayy, whip it how a n*gga whip it, yeah (Whip it how a n*gga whip it)
Packing the shipment, you know I pack it, then I ship it, yeah
Thumbin' through digits (Thumb), the feds came and then we hid it, yeah (Woo, woo)
I'm out the cut on these n*ggas I threw the work in the back of the Honda (Threw the work)
I got the quality work for the streets like I’m DJ Drama
Call me Meek Mill 'cause this money turned my lil' tuna into lobster (Woo, woo, woo)
Feel like Kanye 'cause this music sh*t really turned me into a monster (Woo, woo)

[Verse 2]
Boy, you can't see right through a n*gga
Boy, I see how you were doing, n*gga
Yo' b*tch be over, she can do a n*gga
But I be thinking what you doing with her
You think you rich, well, I should sue a n*gga
But I ain't f*cking with the courtroom
I get nervous in that motherf*cker
'Cause the gallows tend to haunt you
I got away with this sh*t, ayy
It ain't some sh*t I can do again
I take a stack to state to state
Treat that b*tch like a souvenir
b*tch, I gotta get a mansion
Young n*gga gotta move it in
Then a n*gga gotta take it out
Pack the shipment, then I gotta move again
Put the gutter sh*t down
Had to go and make music
I been in and out them restaurants
But I ain't never gotta prove sh*t
Real message to you young n*ggas
Boy, be careful who you do it with
These n*ggas ain't solid
They go back home and say that you the snitch
[Chorus]
I'ma go get it, break it down in equipment, yeah (Break it down in equipment)
I'm in the kitchen, ayy, whip it how a n*gga whip it, yeah (Whip it how a n*gga whip it)
Packing the shipment, you know I pack it, then I ship it, yeah
Thumbin' through digits (Thumb), the feds came and then we hid it, yeah (Woo, woo)
I'm out the cut on these n*ggas I threw the work in the back of the Honda (Threw the work)
I got the quality work for the streets like I’m DJ Drama
Call me Meek Mill 'cause this money turned my lil' tuna into lobster (Woo, woo, woo)
Feel like Kanye 'cause this music sh*t really turned me into a monster (Woo, woo)