CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Get It Together

(Finesse, you stupid for this ho, like a motherf**ker)

Frost diamonds in my chains, give its trials for the gang
When I walk in, a b*t*h eyes poppin' out wider than her frame
We done had sex more than one time, but I still don’t know her name
Need a clip hot, none' but gun fire, n***a reach for one of these chains, that’s on gang
All them losses made me better, made me get it together
Take some hoes that hate еach other and have ‘em living togеther
I f**ked ‘em good, I f**ked ‘em both, they in they feelings together
B*t*h sell her soul for that bankroll, she’ll make a deal with the devil

N***as ain’t gon’ kill sh*t on they own, but think they killers together
I seen some pu**y n***as clique up, think they realer together
When we hooked up, I swear one nut, and I had to get her together
My b*t*h a freak, don’t gotta cheat, we hit these b*t*hes together
Tell the truth, I turned her out, lil’ shawty was a square when I met her
F**k on the spot, I choke her out, and grab her hair when I’m in her
Handle my own business, so watch how you try to handle a n***a
Left me ‘lone when I got locked, they all abandoned a n***a
I ran it up when I came home, they wanna be friends with a n***a
Got Instagram models begging for a chance with a n***a
You ain’t got nobody’s daughter, you wouldn’t stand a chance with a n***a
Shawty havin' hella sauce, she want me to put Chanel on her slippers
Frost diamonds in my chains, give its trials for the gang
When I walk in, a b*t*h eyes poppin' out wider than her frame
We done had sex more than one time, but I still don’t know her name
Need a clip hot, none' but gun fire, n***a reach for one of these chains, that’s on gang
All them losses made me better, made me get it together
Take some hoes that hate each other and have ‘em living together
I f**ked ‘em good, I f**ked ‘em both, they in they feelings together
B*t*h sell her soul for that bankroll, she’ll make a deal with the devil

I’m in a Benz with a killer and he got Xans in his system
These n***as don’t talk about me out loud, I see these n***as, they whisper
Put a silencer on my pistol, when I shoot it, it whistle
Put a silencer on my stick, but he still scream when it hit him
Our .223s came with the beams, so we ain’t missing, dog
It ain’t nothin’ but Pyrex's and bricks all in my kitchen, dog
Codeine in my kidneys, couple thousand when I p*ss it out
Run to gang and tellin’ these n***as ain’t trynna bring they b*t*hes out
I might pour a four up in a twenty, I might just sip it raw
I can’t drink that soda with nothin’ in it, that’s against the law
Stand up in the motor, when I hit it, make the engine tall
Wrote to the promote, can’t bring my pole, then I’m gon' dip on y’all
Uh-uh, uh