Get It lyrics

[Intro]
(Bugz on the beat)
Lil Uzi Vert

[Chorus]
I'ma tell the b*tch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' b*tch let's get it, uh
Turn around, b*tch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young n*gga, you know I ain't scared to spend it
I might pull up in a foreign
Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine
I'ma tell the b*tch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' b*tch let's get it, uh
Turn around, b*tch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young n*gga, you know I could spend it
I might pull up in a foreign

[Verse 1]
This is an automatic start
My car from the future
This an automatic start
And my whip so big
I could f*ck your b*tch in it
Yes, I got my own hoes
But I want your b*tch instead
Yeah, I want your b*tch instead
f*ck her on the beach instead
She just wanna talk about her day
Just give me head
She don't wanna let gang f*ck
b*tch, that's dead
b*tch, that's dead, yeah
b*tch, that's dead
You gotta f*ck the whole gang
For my n*ggas that's all dead
f*cked her so much, I got cardiac
I had a heart attack with my meds, yeah
With my meds, yeah
With my meds
Pop the perky, perky, perky like a b*tch in Paris
See that boy right there?
We call him Zombieman
Why you call him that?
'Cause the check all on his head
We saw Zombieman so we popped his head
Don't aim at his legs
He can come back from the dead
[Chorus]
I'ma tell the b*tch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' b*tch let's get it, uh
Turn around, b*tch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young n*gga, you know I ain't scared to spend it
I might pull up in a foreign
Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine
I'ma tell the b*tch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' b*tch let's get it, uh
Turn around, b*tch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young n*gga, you know I could spend it
I might pull up in a foreign
Bentley truck, you know I got the engine

[Verse 2]
All my opps, they dead
I smoke all my opps, they dead
My face got ice in it
I might ice your b*tch
You know my wrist, it match my fist
It's wet like a fish
I'm the same n*gga, kept it 100 though
Nothing changed, n*gga, I kept it real
Walk around in the finest of fabrics
You don't know how this sh*t feel
I can f*ck your b*tch, disappear like magic
Pull out my wand like abracadabra
She turn around and she calling me daddy
I f*ck Ramona, she is a baddie
I f*ck Ramona, she is a baddie
b*tch, I'm so high, UFO, I ain't landin'
I have that b*tch, she on me, she fiendin'
When she stand next to me she said she tannin'
I got the yacht, don't want the boat
She want the egg but don't want the yolk
I made it high but hang with the low
I f*ck your b*tch and you ain't even know
[Chorus]
I'ma tell the b*tch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' b*tch let's get it, uh
Turn around, b*tch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young n*gga, you know I ain't scared to spend it
I might pull up in a foreign
Bentley truck, yeah, got the engine
I'ma tell the b*tch let's get it, uh
Told the lil' b*tch let's get it, uh
Turn around, b*tch, let me hit it, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen, uh
I'ma do it in my Gucci linen
Young n*gga, you know I could spend it
I might pull up in a foreign
Bentley truck, you know I got the engine