🎵 GET IT ON // by DEATHXFZETSU

1 ContributorGET IT ON Lyrics [Intro: GloccJaw, Young 5150 & Swizz Beatz] [Car driving] Pull up right there, pull up right there, pull up right there On bro Pull up right there Spaz on this (Swizz Beatz: We don’t give a what, we don’t give a-) Come On! [Pre-Chorus: GloccJaw] Bitch, yeah we back in this motherfucker, we got Zetsu in this bitch we got Young in this bitch Big ol’ Envy in this motherfucker bro come on [Chorus: GloccJaw] Movin’ shit with some muscle them X’s still be makin’ checks I promise you ain’t the best, and I swear I ain’t makin’ less If you thinkin’ who pullin’ up with that Glock, well come take a guess Finna hit him with the Deagle, 223 just ate his chest Showin’ me his rhyme, it’s good but it definitely ain’t his best Look at me like “Ain’t he blessed? I can tell by the way he dress” Stocked up with like 80 vests, yo homie we hangin next We go and get that Glock and bang him dead Yeah [Verse 1: DEATHXFZETSU] Like Walter, got the best drugs to offer Her dad was pressed when he seen me fuckin’ his daughter (GloccJaw: Bitch!) So I stopped for a second then went and fucked her mother Then that nigga killed himself cause he failed as a father I’m inside a Rolls Royce, all tinted black I really think I am the best, and I don’t even have a plaque Give me my credit where it’s due, and I don’t even mean to brag And if you think i’m a hater, then pay attention to my raps All you nigga’s codependent, you was hating first so don’t forget it You doubted me all this time now your songs are non-existent It’s sad as fuck Seems like you made the right decision, cause no one’ll waste their time giving that bullshit a listen I know I wouldn’t You smell the gas up in the air? That shit is potent He claimed that he will diss me on a song but then he couldn’t And best believe if he ever changes his mind, i’m droppin’ diss tracks like bombs Let’s “Get It On” [Chorus: GloccJaw] Movin’ shit with some muscle them X’s still be makin’ checks I promise you ain’t the best, and I swear I ain’t makin’ less If you thinkin’ who pullin’ up with that Glock, well come take a guess Finna hit him with the Deagle, 223 just ate his chest Showin’ me his rhyme, it’s good but it definitely ain’t his best Look at me like “Ain’t he blessed? I can tell by the way he dress” Stocked up with like 80 vests, yo homie we hangin next We go and get that Glock and bang him dead (Young 5150: Uh, Uh, Uh. Yup Yup Yup) [Verse 2: Young 5150] Shit, I can tell, that bitch ass nigga stressed The way I aim tech at his neck You best believe that shit a threat I blow his shin, that shit a mess And I put Slumber up in bed nigga Haha, thats my kid, thats my son nigga Put that nigga sleep, then I fuck yo babysitter Lil pussy nigga weak, gon’ need braces when I’m finished with em Punch that nigga in the teeth, have em lookin’ like a fuckin critter Then I shoot the goofy ass n- nah I ain’t gon do it Let’s get it on, cause you know i’m in this bitch i’m comin’ strong At comic-con, bitch you know i’m finna fuck up on a nun Grab my right, cause you know a nigga ain’t doin’ none wrong Shawty mine, bitch I wrote this shit I tell that girl “Hiii” Me and Glocc fuckin’ mag dumpin’ bitches Come in here give me the switches Knock yo face off with them pistols Them pussy nigga’s can’t get with us You finna see the fuckin’ difference We up the sticks, you fuckin’ bitch That’s how we play the game lil nigga [Verse 3: GloccJaw] And we winnin’, get it on the floor Can’t say the shit that I’m spittin’ on the low And for years I been here shittin’ on them hoes I can get shot in the face and get up, like “That’s how it goes” Fresh outta rehab, come out the bathroom witta powdered nose I’ma drug addict, rappin’ you suck at it Ion give a fuck faggot, yo homie bust at em’ Then I go and shoot up a classroom (Gunshot) Who you bitches tryna rap to you a fuckin’ baffoon I should slap you in the fuckin’ face cause i’m tucking macs too Yeah you spittin’ wack I get motivation when getting bags, yall be winnin’ last, I spend a thou’ and I get it back In the same night, I’m at ya hoes finna hit her ass I’ma lay right Finna split her paths i’m layin’ straight pipe I got VVS and I got BB’s inside my CTS at CVS Tryna get her some BC quick, either she’ll be kicked In her fuckin’ stomach Till the babies appendix fuckin’ ruptures And up’s his structure so fast, his neck look’s like he’s humpty dumpty Yeah I clap em’ out, I up at his car i’m tuckin’ a mac I’m actin’ out, my bitch is like Xurzie’s she’ll (Xurzie: Rat me out!) At the mouth, runnin’ off a hunnid miles Finna gun em all, and they had me doubtin’ I was really the fuckin’ best, but I slapped me out Like fuck nah This dude he claim’s, he shootin’ guns But at shooting range, he like Gucci Mane And i’m finna take em, won’t do a thing! Got 40 draecs to his skull, homies blockin him like he Pooh Sheist Kill bitches like D4VD but I get caught in fuckin’ two nights And still I be [Chorus: GloccJaw] Movin’ shit with some muscle them X’s still be makin’ checks I promise you ain’t the best, and I swear I ain’t makin’ less If you thinkin’ who pullin’ up with that Glock, well come take a guess Finna hit him with the Deagle, 223 just ate his chest Showin’ me his rhyme, it’s good but it definitely ain’t his best Look at me like “Ain’t he blessed? I can tell by the way he dress” Stocked up with like 80 vests, yo homie we hangin next We go and get that Glock and bang him dead, yeah