Li'Solo - Get Us Lyrics

Yeah,
Huh,

Rich shit, Money comin' erryday,
Money comin' erryday
Blitz him, I told my brudda up the K,
Know we gonna get Him, he tryna come around my Way,
Tryna come around my Way

That bitch a genius she gon genious give a nigga Brain,
Give a nigga Brain
Ahead of time now I been lost up Outer Space,
Up there with them Stars,
Wakin' up in the sky,
I feel like Bruno Mars,
Told that bitch she gotta Wait,
'Cause she can not play her Part,
Hell Na f*ck yo Dinner Date,
I'mma be gone by tomorrow,
Leave him bald like Andrew Tate,
If he come around this Yard,
Nigga bet not Hesitate,
Finna leave him with a Scar,
Errytime I Wake N Bake,
Just know that my day ain't Hard

On the block you better Push Up,
Not a Chef but finna Cook Up,
Pussy free but she a Hooka,
And I'm reading the bitches you can call me Booker,
I can't deal wit' the textin' said I wanna hook up,
And I'm flexin' on exes nigga where yo sugar?
I'm in the Rock Creek Cemetery Drillas,
And I'm takin' his pockets nigga for the Bigger,
And f*ck all the Po Po they tryna Get Us,
They sniffin' the CoCo nigga I'm not Wit' Em,
And I wanna pop a nigga for a Feelin,
Numb as shit I just want the Feelin,
I'm cuttin' them off they sayin' I'm Villain,
F*ck yo story 'cause I'm Chillin,
He keep lookin' push his Chin In,
Nigga Flexin' take his Pendant,

Takin yo chain, haha,
Damn,
I double the Hundos,
King of the Green Land nigga this my Jungle,
This is my Green Light nigga I can't Fumble,
I'm out the picture I'm in my own Bubble,
I'm gettin' the work done and have Fun Too!
Bet not come wit' Bad News!
Bet not put me in a Bad Mood,
On my Momma!

Rich shit, Money comin' erryday,
Money comin' erryday
Blitz him, I told my brudda up the K,
Know we gonna get Him, he tryna come around my Way,
Tryna come around my Way
All I see if Redrum, when them niggas try to Play

That bitch a genius she gon genious give a nigga Brain,
Give a nigga Brain
Ahead of time now I been lost up Outer Space,
Up there with them Stars,
Wakin' up in the sky,
I feel like Bruno Mars,
Told that bitch she gotta Wait,
'Cause she can not play her Part,
Hell Na f*ck yo Dinner Date,
I'mma be gone by tomorrow,
Leave him bald like Andrew Tate,
If he come around this Yard,
Nigga bet not Hesitate,
Finna leave him with a Scar,
Errytime I Wake N Bake,
Just know that my day ain't Hard

On the block you better Push Up,
Not a Chef but finna Cook Up,
Pussy free but she a Hooka,
And I'm reading the bitches you can call me Booker,
I can't deal wit' the textin' said I wanna hook up,
And I'm flexin' on exes nigga where yo sugar?
I'm in the Rock Creek Cemetery Drillas,
And I'm takin' his pockets nigga for the Bigger,
And f*ck all the Po Po they tryna Get Us,
They sniffin' the CoCo nigga I'm not Wit' Em,
And I wanna pop a nigga for a Feelin,
Numb as shit I just want the Feelin,
I'm cuttin' them off they sayin' I'm Villain,
F*ck yo story 'cause I'm Chillin,
He keep lookin' push his Chin In,
Nigga Flexin' take his Pendant