Get Like That lyrics

[Intro]
(World Famous)
It's with an X, n*gga
Fxce
Alright, yeah
(World Famous)

[Verse 1]
What the f*ck you mean you ain't got no money?
If I ain't got it at the crib, then I got it on me
Four-five leave holes in a n*gga size as a pepperoni
I can't send the lo' to my crib, just meet me at the Coney
Young n*gga, but I'm the real deal, man, you n*ggas phony
You can't tell me that yourself real, you just gotta show me
I'ma look out for you just one time, you ain't gotta owe me
I ain't trippin' 'bout no money, if you think about it, I just love brodie
I don't really trip on pape'
You spend that sh*t and get it back, that's just the risk you take
My brother keep thе SLR on him, he had the expеnsive K
Thick tires on the TRX, this b*tch Michelin made
I just p*ssed brodie off, n*gga, fix your face
And then I broke the n*gga jaw and told him fix his face
You got all poodles in your camp, we got pits this way
His car had a lift, the chop hit it, now it don't sit the same
n*gga, I don't understand it
You got some money, spent it on yourself, but nothing for your family
Catch a opp kid on the way to school, then offer him some candy
Snatch the lil' n*gga up and then hold his ass up for ransom
[Chorus]
Yeah, it can really get like that
They be like, "When you started actin'?" b*tch, it been like that
Take a lil' n*gga gun, make his mama get his pistol back
I hate when motherf*ckers try to tell me something, b*tch, I been through that

[Verse 2]
n*gga, it just don't seem like it
My brother dropped his cup up on the floor and had a lean crisis
The switch up on the Glock shoot so fast, it just seem silent
I don't even wanna touch your ass, have a fiend fight you
I'm doing verses right now
Youngest n*gga doing it, but I'm turntest right now
My n*gga leaning in the booth, he off a Perky right now
I know n*ggas f*cked up that'd hurt you for a thousand
Yeah, I know that sh*t crazy, that's just the life we live
n*ggas either f*cked up or got no wife or kids
Make him work for it, if you give it to him, he gon' bite your hand
Catch you n*ggas out, beat your ass, and then ice your man

[Chorus]
Yeah, it can really get like that
They be like, "When you started actin'?" b*tch, it been like that
Take a lil' n*gga gun, make his mama get his pistol back
I hate when motherf*ckers try to tell me something, b*tch, I been through that
Yeah, it can really get like that
Don't be somebody that you not, you can't get like that
Just dumped a whole bag up in Saks, that's why my 'fit like that
I got real n*gga energy, that's why my b*tch like that
[Outro]
It's with an X, n*gga
Fxce