Get In With Me

[Intro]

The fuck..

Street Nigga, 50th floor, eatin pussy

[Verse]

If he fine and he got kids, I'ma fuck her baby daddy

Now his baby mama callin, holawn bookie we in traffic

All that nigga wanna do is eat me out & see what's hatnin

Let him see it from the back, he broke a sweat, know it ain't average

She say she spend her own money, you want a cookie?

Street Nigga, 50th floor, eatin pussy

I heard they miss me in Chicago, tell em book me

Ay, I made him nut in 5 minutes & that's how long it took me

I'm in his pockets, yup

Pussy knockin, yup

I let him screw it first & then he chop it up

I love to profit, yup

Smoke exotic, yup

And all I'm bringing is my phone so bring your wallеt, yup

The fuck..

He ain't evеr had shit

He was fuckin other hoes but I'm his only bad bitch

He mad rich, P as fuck

We on some outta town shit

And I'ma order what I want, don't give a fuck bout what that tab is

These bitches need some new writers, that other shit ain't workin

I slide on shit on purpose, ? on them verses

Like "damn E, can I get in with my budget?"

Shit, he pulled in with the za and brought a 30, I'm like fuck it

Bring it in

Now we smokin out the penthouse

You can cap when you outside but hoe don't bring that shit in this house

I'm straight on it

Ate this beat like ? made a plate on it

And if you really wanna get to know me, baby you can wait on it

I'm eatin fruit and got my titties out, I ain't worried bout no mad hoes

And when I wear that bust down in New York, I'm gettin mad chose

I sold like 20 verses yesterday like "yall can have those"

And if she got a problem, she can stick it up her asshole

On God