Mr. Get it Gone lyrics

[Intro]
Yah
(Hey, Swagga)
Yah

[Verse]
He ain't never sold no work, yo' ass need to stop lyin'
I just poured a 8 of red, call that bih a stop sign
He ain't gon' blow that b*tch, boy, you know I'ma pop mine
Bet' not see you with them boys, pus*y boy, you'll all die
They say ain't been the same since a Cracka pop die
I've been smokin' on that strong, some like Popeye
Get your b*tch get in her jaws 'fore we even hit the house
Pull up, president on my wrist like Ronald Reagan
f*ck the trish, I need some quagen
Walk down, strip a b*tch like bacon
I was beatin' up my feet just like The Flintstone
f*ck all that honеy punkin', baby girl, we been grown
Your b*tch been a hoe, we spinnin' sh*t likе disco
f*ck who put yall on, I'm Mr. Get That sh*t Gone
I'm Mr. sh*t Talker, I'm Mr. Bag Getter
She called me big head, say baby girl, your ass bigger
I'ma pack flipper, ridin' 'round with cap peelers
Hat getters, huh, sh*t got sticky like it was some wax in it, huh
Still got Polo on, don't rock no Raf Simon, huh
Smokin' green some like caterpillar, huh
Break your head off like an action figure, huh
Take your dreads off like a loctition, huh
Uh, huh, yah, huh, so many clips, we'll shoot a hallmark
You's a fat ass rat, call you Paul Blart
She said ''Put it all in'', like a shopping cart
Send a bro to the store, I'on shop at all
I'on want it if it lows, Za in my draw
sh*t slow, hit the store, f*ck it, get it all
Why you on a phone, tryna conversate 'bout baby?
Same one used to joke, tryna clone me, it's crazy
White girl in the Benz, I got Sadie in a Mercedes
Serve it raw like Patrick, I'on know no Swayze
Sellin' dope in the morning, same time as Swaeby
I'on got no type baby, but don't call me Swae Lee
Long live lil' bro, got me goin' crazy
[Outro]
On L's, pus*y