Just Getting Started lyrics

by

D’Aydrian Harding


[Intro: D'Aydrian Harding]
(Humble Greatness did this one)
Oh, oh, this the ad-libs?
Let's do it
(K.i.D)

[Verse 1: D'Aydrian Harding]
I'm back once again, and we just gettin' started (Take off)
Sober as hell, but still lit in the party (Yes, sir)
Playin' this song in the car with the gang, they all makin' the stank face like somebody farted
I'm turnt up on YouTube, man, who goin' harder?
They thought I was dumb, the whole time, I was smarter (Yeah)
Sittin' back, watchin' my money get larger
I get to the green like a phone on a charger (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Filmer]
I swerve in the Hellcat, that b*tch not no Charger (Skrrt)
I said, "Free Thug," it's Sp5der my joggers (Ah)
Self Love hoodies in the back of the closet
Popcorn the bread 'cause my sh*t just be poppin' (Uh)
I feel like I'm Jalen, I ride with the rocket (Brrt)
I never feel better with guap in my pocket (Cash)
I only rock merch, man, I never go shoppin' (Yeah)
New crib fat, just checked the deposit (Facts)

[Verse 3: D'Aydrian Harding]
What have you done? I bought my mom a Benz (Nroom)
Been dreamin' 'bout that sh*t since I was a (K.i.D)
She just wanna see how a real n*gga live
But I ain't in the mood to have hoes at the crib (Hell naw)
She act like a child, go get her a bib (Child)
Shorty eatin' me up like some Thanksgiving ribs (Mm)
I love seein' fans, and I love takin' pics
And I also love movies, let's shoot us a flick (Let's do it)
[Verse 4: Filmer]
Us two alone, let's make a home video (Smash)
Too much guap to be f*ckin' with silly hoes (Yeah)
Boogers in the watch, sh*t got a lil' runny nose (Ah)
It's like a strip club 'cause we stayin' with dummy poles (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I got a pole, so we up in the North (Yeah)
Ballin' so hard, b*tch, I need me a court (Ooh, ooh)
707, that sh*t is the horse (Skrrt)
I say, "You the first," but, b*tch, you the fourth (Fourth)

[Verse 5: D'Aydrian Harding]
She gone off the drank, she been sippin' some Henny (She gone)
If I'm in your DMs, just know that you pretty (On God)
All of my b*tches, they brown like a penny (Mm)
How many hoes do you got? Too many (Damn)
Shorty got mad 'cause I don't even post her (Nope)
I told her to wait like she takin' my order (Hold on)
I bagged me a MILF, man, I love when they older (Yeah)
I get to the paper like a high school folder (Yeah)
I stay in the Wich', I don't stay in Andover (Yeah)
It's 4 in the mornin', she told me, "Come over" (Come on)
Put that b*tch up on the wall like a poster
Then on the table like she was a coaster
Slide down they block, they ain't hearin' me comin' 'cause I got a Tesla, it don't got a motor (Shh)

[Verse 6: Filmer]
When I walk in the room, you can smell my aroma (Damn)
All the bad hoes, told they ass to come over (Come here)
We runnin' the globe, we takin' sh*t over (Yeah)
Got b*tches shook, cold, Minnesota (Brr)
Love makin' love 'cause it's part of the brand
Stick to the money, that's part of my plan (Cash, cash)
Self Love tat', that's right on the hand
n*gga be— (*Snore*), sleep, Xans
[Verse 7: D'Aydrian Harding]
There ain't one n*gga that ever put fear in us (On God)
Swervin' through traffic, look like Fast & Furious (Vroom)
All of this guap in my pocket, they is dead presidents, George, ain't talkin' 'bout Curious (Damn)
Ex ain't sh*t, she just delirious (She crazy)
Got me a new Coupe, I'm ridin' luxurious (Nroom)
Nobody knows how much money I'm makin' (Nobody)
My pockets is scary, them b*tches mysterious (Damn)

[Verse 8: Filmer]
I need the money, my bros, and hoes, and, yeah (My money and bros), it's just in that order
Y'all n*ggas rats 'cause I got me some cheese, and, uh (Y'all n*ggas rats), yeah, we get 'em extorted
I love seein' all of the views, the comments, the likes, yeah (Smash), I'm feelin' supported
Both of my pockets, they big, they fat, they large, yeah (Huge), they feel just like Norbit

[Verse 9: D'Aydrian Harding]
I'm ridin' 'til the end like a goddamn Honda (Skrrt)
Rollie on presidential like Obama (Twin)
I feel like DaBaby, man, who goin' harder? (Nobody)
I'm rockin' Stay Sober, ain't rockin' no starter (Yeah)
I blew up on YouTube, I feel like Osama (Boom)
Be smart with your money, man, f*ck that designer (Facts)
Still rockin' PJs, ain't rockin' no Prada (On God)
Don't care 'bout no ho, I just care 'bout my momma (On God)

[Verse 10: Filmer]
Stick to myself, I don't deal with drama (Get away)
Been through some sh*t, so I got me some trauma (Boom)
Young n*gga— (Hot), just like a sauna
Run through these hoes, and then that's on my momma
Been lit since '02, and then that's on my dad (Yeah)
This past year, I've been deep in my bag (Bag)
Had to switch it up, ain't give a f*ck what I had
Been clean as f*ck, drip, swag (Swag)
[Verse 11: D'Aydrian Harding]
Shorty blowin' my phone, bae, I'm not tryna FaceTime (Stop callin')
If she pull up, then she know that it's face time (Give me that neck)
Bro just went to jail, so now he gotta face time (Twin)
Brodie got locked up, he feel like he Akon (No)
Straight up to 10 mil', I ain't tryna waste time (Nope)
These n*ggas hate me more than when they basketball coach tell the players to get on the baseline (Aw, not again)
Swingin' on n*ggas, I feel like I'm Draymond (Mm)
Tryna make Jordan look just like a fool
But I feel like I'm Jordan, 'cause all of these b*tches I meet, I can get 'em wet just like a pool (Damn)
They nicknamed me Handy Manny with that tool (Boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 12: Filmer & D'Aydrian Harding]
Pants fallin' down 'cause my pockets get heavy (Yeah)
I be with the Slime, I ain't talkin' 'bout Melly (Huh?)
She be suckin' me up, so her nickname Spaghetti (Slurp)
I be whippin' the Tes' like a big-body Chevy (Boom)
Keep an eye on the prize, so I feel like I'm Fetty (Wap)
We just gettin' started, these n*ggas ain't ready (On God)

[Outro: D'Aydrian Harding & Filmer]
Bum, bum, wait, that beat, that beat
Bum, bum, bum, dun, dun
Wait, wait, wait, hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait (Yep)
Dun, dun, dun, duh, duh
Oh my God, that sh*t's hard
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