I Get It lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm

[Chorus]
Hunnids, fifties, I get it
Jump bag, goin' trippy
Jump in, I ain't lackin'
Ridin' dirty, I'm heavy
Smoke spliff, I'm laughin'
Blunt down, don't pass it
Free-throwin', I'm crushin'
Three-pointer, I pack it
And my jeans, they be saggin'
Tryna fit all my racks in 'em
You touchin', then I wack him
You ain't touchin' sh*t, you lackin'
I can show you how to get the packs in, I can show you how to work
Should have called me dope, so I called that b*tch a Perc'

[Verse]
C-C-Called that b*tch a bird, 'cause all she do is chirp (Oh)
She be sittin' up on Twitter, but she should be at work (Yeah)
I know her pockets hurt, I know my money's worth (Oh)
I know I'm good on this side, yeah, n*gga, that's for cert' (Yeah)
n*gga, that's for cert', I get geeked like a nerd
Swag in my white shirt, and they singin' all the words
I bеt I make 'em nervous, 'causе you know I'm curvin'
Send his ass to practice, tell 'em, "Put more work in"
I don't want you to be perfect
What you bringin' to the table? 'Cause you know I ain't no lame ho'
Yeah, you know I'm fully able, to get it on my own, get it by my 'lone
[Chorus]
Hunnids, fifties, I get it
Jump bag, goin' trippy
Jump in, I ain't lackin'
Ridin' dirty, I'm heavy
Smoke spliff, I'm laughin'
Blunt down, don't pass it
Free-throwin', I'm crushin'
Three-pointer, I pack it
And my jeans, they be saggin'
Tryna fit all my racks in 'em
You touchin', then I wack him
You ain't touchin' sh*t, you lackin'
I can show you how to get the packs in, I can show you how to work
Should have called me dope, so I called that b*tch a Perc'

[Outro]
Called that b*tch a Perc'