Get On! (Original) lyrics

(hey glumboy)

(kill bowser chill)

[FH Blue:]
b*tch im coughin up
(cough cough)
Told him hold my drank
Cuz b*tch im blasting up (yea)
Grab me my lil thin now
b*tch im wrapping up (ahh)
Grab me my lil thin up
b*tch im booted up

Imma go pass em up
I be on savior (ah-ah)

Everytime a n*gga get up
They gon pay us

Everytime a n*gga get out
Everytime a n*gga get on
Go away til we get on
Big smack you gone get gone
(skrtt)
(cmon)
b*tch im coughin up
(cough cough)
Told him hold my drank
Cuz b*tch im blasting up (yea)
Grab me my lil thin now
b*tch im wrapping up (ahh)
Grab me my lil thin up
b*tch im booted up (get on!)

Imma go pass em up (yeah)
I be on savior (ah-ah)

Everytime a n*gga get up
They gon pay us

Everytime a n*gga get out
Everytime a n*gga get on
Go away til we get on
Big smack you gone get gone
(skrtt)

[AeterLuv:]
(awooooo, hey!)
Big smack you gon get gone
I just be making my way (buh-buh)
Fast, bullets gonna hit his face
n*gga talking down
There ain't no way (ay-heyy)
n*ggas way too slow
Pick up the pace
And that n*gga weird
He just caught a case
Tie that boy up
Just like a lace
And i ain't gon lie
Ive been runnin today-ay-

(ahem* sniff* cough* cough cough*)

Yea, up that stick
Bullets gonna hit his fit
All white triple K
The f*ck is this?

Aye, Glocks up in the function
n*gga tryna talk down
He not nothing
n*gga said he want smoke
Yeah he bluffin
Is that hoe?
Well im not cuffin (yeah-aa)

Yeah yeah hey
Up that f*cking pole for real
n*gga tryna
Talk down on my gang
Yeah whats his f*cking deal? (gthaa-aa)
n*ggas always
Hate on UGP
Keep your lips f*cking sealed
Walk into the party like
Ryan hardy
b*tch we came to kill


[FH Blue:]
Scotts n*gga
Man i been on
Big n*gga feel like king kong (buh-buh-buh)
That sh*t
That sh*t hit wrong
Telling you n*ggas that been in my way (brrr)

We finna get to the burbs
Hot sh*t get a n*gga real turnt
Hot sh*t give a n*gga real burns
Gang sh*t all my n*ggas gon lurk
(skrtt)

[YxngFlame:]
Skrtttt
Yea
Alright lil b*tch
(buh-buh-buh-buh)
Boo-boo-boo

Sippin dirty sprite
Yeah my mud is never clear uh
Going through one
Come on through my left ear yuh
Pouring up that wokhardt
No this sh*t not beer uh
Two horns on my head
Imma demon not a deer uh (yeah, yea, yah!)

I get my bread
Stack it up
Tryna do it like this
And my spirits hit my [?]
Pour up the wock full of tris
Sippin codeine
My diamonds yeah they
Yellow like my p*ss
And i blew off on yo shawty
And she eating all my kids

[FH Blue:]
Scotts n*gga
Man i been on
Big n*gga feel like king kong
That sh*t
That sh*t hit wrong
Telling you n*ggas that been in my way

We finna get to the burbs
Hot sh*t get a n*gga real turnt
Hot sh*t give a n*gga real burns
Gang sh*t all my n*ggas gon lurk

b*tch im coughin up
(cough cough)
Told him hold my drank
Cuz b*tch im blasting up (yea)
Grab me my lil thin now
b*tch im wrapping up (ahh)
Grab me my lil thin up
b*tch im booted up

Imma go pass em up
I be on savior (ah-ah)

Everytime a n*gga get up
They gon pay us

Everytime a n*gga get out
Everytime a n*gga get on
Go away til we get on
Big smack you gone get gone
(skrtt)

[Saudii:]
Fire at the [?]
Take his top off
If a n*gga finna try me, finna [?]
I'm not really on that [?]


(hey glumboy)
(kill bowser chill)