Bobby & Whitney (Get It) [feat. Elz Jenkins]

Yea, spend all my money on liquor and strippers Fall off in the beef with some ignorant niggas Aye shout out to Hopsin, aye shout out to Dizzy Aye fuck with me Hoppa, aye fuck with me SwizZzy I can't stop thinking 'bout money and pussy I ain't no killa but you niggas pushed me Put the booth in the hearse, put the track in the mausoleum Go play somewhere nigga, I'm working, don't bother him Nigga got his brains popped for a Jesus piece Be careful 'cause somebody hoe got the Eazy-E I used to pray that I'd get put on by Dr. Dre Elz get the chopper, it's time to cooperate Ain't nobody dies if you all would cooperate Then he bop on that hoe with a glass of Cavaseau Back against the wall, dick inside the dirt Fuck a Plan B, plan A 'bout to work Ride around in my side of town I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown 4AM and it's going down No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to Get it Get it I might tell the bitch I love her but no I don't trust a hoe Are they real sisters? I don't care, so I fuck them both My childhood was no reflection of the show 'bout the Huxtables Niggas started getting money, now we getting comfortable All they still sending shots like they did Big and Pac My Glock is wanted, yea baby I need a bigger spot I'mma get rich, I'mma die rich, yea nigga watch Brass-knuckle-Benton baby, yea I'm so unorthodox Get my feet on the table when I'm at the meeting at the corporate spot Ain't no justice for a nigga so we go and explode the cops Young nigga tryna make a way, so he hit the block Flick the wrist and stir the pot, call the boy Sir Mix-A-Lot I ain't want to see my nigga laying stiff up in the box She gon' give me raw head while I'm sitting in the drop Living my life like a nigga 'bout to die any minute Bounce back from the bullshit now I'm 'bout to get it Ride around in my side of town I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown 4AM and it's going down No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to Get it Get it (Jenkins!) Young nigga needed money so a nigga went and got it Trapping hard then I'm trapping hard, still I went to college Time it hard, nigga you wouldn't try, what you do for profit? Grabbing the K with the silencer, I hope you do the knowledge Kicking, going through the back, yea Plan on let a nigga go? No Tell them what you done say, yea Time up, hit the door, go Black gun, money bag, yea Roll with plenty niggas, shot up plenty niggas Tell them die then play it back, damn Realest in the city, trillest in the city Tell them niggas play it back, damn We them niggas putting on Ain't nobody put us on, no Proud and independent, rest us gotta get it Riding 'round in my zone Shoot a snitch like a camera man On a first 48 roll We ain't friends, niggas just scared to be enemies Switch sides like crossfade, no friend of me Sipping, sipping, like 2Pac, need Hennessy Lord I'm a sinner, I do it again, you forgiving me? Ride around in my side of town I'm Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown 4AM and it's going down No one make a move and no one make a sound, 'bout to Get it Get it