Get In There lyrics

[Intro: Real Boston Richey]
Yeah
Richey Rich
Uh, f*ck
Uh, uh (DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)

[Verse 1: Real Boston Richey]
10K on some Cartier frames, that's how I see sh*t
Lil' b*tch, stay in your lane, too much motion, I'll leave you seasick
Crackers be on my page, they say Lil Richey still trappin' the green sh*t
See my opp, I got him, load up, spray, I don't need no beam, b*tch
Lil' b*tch thought I was drippin' Chanel, I'm drippin' Celine, b*tch
I can't buy you no more nails, you ain't treat me like I'm a king, b*tch
I ain't Lucci, b*tch, I can't wish you well, wake up out that dream, b*tch
This a P spot, she can't come through if we can't run the b*tch
Can't lie, I feel bad, these n*ggas be out here dyin' with they guns and sh*t
I don't care if she got some ass or thе b*tch too bad, can't trust a b*tch
Fly to LA to do some promos and buy some bags, that hustler sh*t
n*ggas bе goin' out sad, they wanna pay the b*tch rent, n*ggas on sucker sh*t, yeah
Get some head in rush hour, my Chris Tucker sh*t
Men In Black when it's time to go spin, n*gga, it's f*ck a b*tch
I take that back 'cause when it's time for me to spend, she gon' love the jit
b*tches be gettin' that makeup on my designer, I can't even hug a b*tch
n*ggas don't think we really be puttin' it down, tell them n*ggas come f*ck with this
I done seen a n*gga get put in the ground and he ain't even have a switch
I was holdin' it down, takin' care of my sister kids 'fore I had a jit
Catch a stain and call it pound town, n*gga lettin' that hammer hit
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey & GloRilla]
Get in there, get in there (That hammer hit)
Uh, get in there, get in there (That hammer hit)
Uh, uh, get in there, get in there
Come here, ho
Get in there, get in there (That hammer hit)
Make my youngin load up and catch a stain, tell him to get in there
Catch my b*tch outside, tell her to go home, b*tch, go get in there (Uh)
Catch my b*tch outside, get in the car, b*tch, go'n, get in there
Too many bad b*tches in the black truck, all these hoes can't fit in there
Go'n, get in there
Go'n, get in there (Come here, b*tch)
Go'n, get in there (GloRilla)
Go'n, get in there (On gang)

[Verse 2: GloRilla & Real Boston Richey]
Tricks are for bad b*tches, we love n*ggas that pay for sh*t (Yeah)
All my n*ggas older than me, I don't f*ckin' play with kids (Uh-uh)
Got a smart-ass mouth, but it's some good-ass pus*y come with it (Ayy)
Get in there, go dumb with it (Woo), might just let you c*m in it (On God)
Get a n*gga high, he gon' get freaky off them beans and Yerks (Ugh)
I be ready to get down on one knee, a n*gga make me squirt (On gang)
Petty b*tch, I'll cut a n*gga off for wearin' a sleeveless shirt (b*tch)
Might just take a rapper down, go text him like I need a verse (Come here)
I'm a real gangster, baby, sh*t gon' be in me forever
f*cked him up when I walked in and put my Glock up on the dresser (Yeah)
All these n*ggas ran through, I don't think none of 'em special (Hah)
Here go one of these hoes callin' me right now for some pus*y (Woo)
(Ayy, ayy)
Yeah, thumb in my butt (Ooh, ooh)
Ooh, you turnin' me up
Come here, b*tch (Woo, woo)
That sh*t tough, ain't it? (Yeah, n*gga)
You finna nut, ain't it? (On gang, haha)
[Chorus: Real Boston Richey]
Get in there, get in there (That hammer hit)
Uh, get in there, get in there (That hammer hit)
Uh, uh, get in there, get in there (Come here)
Come here, ho
Get in there, get in there (That hammer hit)
Make my youngin load up and catch a stain, tell him to get in there
Catch my b*tch outside, tell her to go home, b*tch, go get in there (Uh)
Catch my b*tch outside, get in the car, b*tch, go'n, get in there
Too many bad b*tches in the black truck, all these hoes can't fit in there
Go'n, get in there
Go'n, get in there (Come here, b*tch)
Go'n, get in there
Go'n, get in there