Let’s Get It lyrics

[Intro]
(Zaytoven)

[Chorus: Cootie]
Trappin' in the trances (Trap), standin’ on the business (You know it)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Yeah)
Nothin’ goin' on but a bunch of drug dealing (A bunch)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Let's get it)

[Verse 1: Cootie]
Ayy, you know I start my day up with a double cup (Wock')
I'm a trappin'-ass rapper, I like double up (Flip it)
I really from the streets, I beg you, please don’t play with us (Don’t play)
Won't hesitate the elevator, b*tch, let’s send 'em up (Boom)
I been kickin' feet up, we just tryna re-up (We is)
Push it to the limit (Push)
Summertime T up (Grrah)
Soundin' like a b*tch (Bling), I know everybody see us (For real)
Hoes wanna f*ck us (They do), and n*ggas wanna be us (They can’t)
Remember I was broke, feel like I couldn't get out the hole (What happened?)
Now I courtside at the Staples, watchin' Mon put on the show (The awards)
Had to turn my hustle up, I can't see my money low (Nah)
It's a VVS infection, Audemar done caught a cold (Damn)

[Chorus: Cootie]
Trappin' in the trances (Trap), standin' on the business (You know it)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Yeah)
Nothin' goin' on but a bunch of drug dealing (A bunch)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Let's get it)
[Verse 2: COE Mook]
I'm startin' off my day with a f*ckin' Perc' (A V)
GT63 make your ho go berzerk (Brr)
Ayy, jailhouse up the street, b*tch, I'm gon' make somethin' twerk (b*tch, I'm gon' make somethin' twerk)
Ayy, fifty pack of sherb, 'bout to go to work ('Bout to go to work)
Got my trap house jumpin' fences, dog (Ah-ha)
That's 'cause all the dope I sell got legs on
In the kitchen bustin' chickens, yoppa with extensions (Oh)
I front that pack, give you a weekend, won't be no extensions (b*tch)
Autnie house, just put a fifty in her trash can (I did)
Already sold, man, I'm trappin' in the past tense (Ah-ha)
And them lil' hatin'-ass n*ggas, I already passed them (I did)
Put all yo' money 'gether and y'all can't pass around ten (b*tch)

[Chorus: Cootie]
Trappin' in the trances (Trap), standin' on the business (You know it)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Yeah)
Nothin' goin' on but a bunch of drug dealing (A bunch)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Let's get it)

[Verse 3: Yung Ralph]
Hopped up out of my foreign, I jumped in the 'vert (Skrrt)
Thick lil' b*tch, can't wait to get her out the skirt (Let's go)
Know I'm geeked up out my mind, I popped another Perc' (Ah-ha)
FN on my lap, I gotta stay alert (Baow)
Trappin' out the 'partments, servin' out the kitchen (Kitchen)
Pounds everywhere, I can't even clean my dishes (My dishes)
Still got the exotic, Prime got the chickens (Bricks)
Country boy just left, he want another fifty (Oh)
Come here, money counter, I can't count the cash (Cash)
Too much for my pockets, need a duffel bag (A duffel bag)
I pull up in that foreign with a lot of racks (A lot of racks)
And if a n*gga try me, I'ma pop his ass (True)
[Chorus: Cootie]
Trappin' in the trances (Trap), standin' on the business (You know it)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Yeah)
Nothin' goin' on but a bunch of drug dealing (A bunch)
Dope boy feelin', let's get, get, get it (Let's get it)