Get Rich lyrics

[Intro: VizzyBrim, Mezz4]
Yeah
Know how the f*ck I'm buggin man
Free all the guys, man
Free the guys, man, free Recs
Yeah you already know, free Esco man
Long Live Nuskii
Big 17 sh*t
G-G-Genesis

[Verse 1: VizzyBrim]
New school whip, send that panoramic (new school)
Tryna run off n*gga, then I'm blammin (grrt, baow)
AR-15, pull up, get it shakin (on gang)
Got a foreign shooter and that n*gga Asian
He dodgin bullets n*gga like the Matrix (dodgin)
I been in this sh*t, n*gga that's on gang
Double down sticks, n*gga, like Max Payne (trap)
Trap on a white n*gga like cocaine
Got 10 bricks straight off the plane
You not a real blood, you ain't got no stain (cap)
Glock got a switch, I don't gotta aim
[?] and yeah, they shine
Had two pipes, 5-50 in line (Wockhardt)
n*gga touch money, please don't waste my time
Tryna get away, but you can hit my line (linе, yeah)
Diss on the gang, n*gga then you dyin' (yеah, dead)
n*ggas is b*tches, they ain't in the streets (on gang)
Run up on me, you get RIP'd (RIP)
Big-ass choppa if you want some beef (choppa, grrt, baow)
AR-15 sweep a n*gga off his feet (grrt)
n*ggas is rats, they talk to police (on gang)
Burner on me, you goin feel the heat (9)
Don't talk on the net, leave it in the streets (on gang)
[Verse 2: VizzyBrim, Mezz4]
Last n*gga play, he got shot in the face (faceshot)
I plan on moving pounds out of state (on gang)
The draco cook a n*gga like a steak (draco, grrt, baow)
That n*gga a dummy, he got put on a plate (yeah)
Kick down the door and shot him in the chest
Don't f*ck with my money, don't f*ck with my bread
Chinese shooters, they cut off your head (gang, on bro)
Free all my guys straight out the fence (on gang)

[Verse 3: Mezz4]
Free all my guys straight out the fence (free 'em)
Nah, free all my 4's that's stuck in the box (on gang)
I got a drop from a thot, she a baller (yeah)
He won't thinkin' right, got hit in his top (on bro)
He movin his mouth, but his body goin flop (buh)
Imma get with it, pop out with a Glock
Yeah, on bro
Don't play with those boys, they into that
He say he gangster but that n*gga been a rat (huh)
They started the beef, yeah we had to finish that
n*ggas police
Give me all the mentions (let's go)
So I can go slide on your block with a [?]
Now he on a shirt cause that boy was dissin
Slide back to the hood, that's one for the trenches
Long live Sco, n*ggas don't know
They keep on dissin, get hit with this pole
I take a soul, his body froze
That n*gga a b*tch and I knew what he told
Me and Vizzy blow and we goin 'splode
I f*ck with 100' so I let it blow (gang sh*t, you already know)
I'm bangin 4
Bro bangin blood
But we still slide up your sh*t, up the sco (yeah)