Troy NoKA - Gettin’ It lyrics

rate me

My niggers keep saying I need to do some club shit

That thug shit, bitches love this

My nigger J white descend to Afro

These birds bout to be my chopper

Go killer go get them coffins

Whatever until they rusting

Blow so hot I burned my lips

I call this shit here salsa

Most will call me...

Jamaica will call me Rasta

My black girl call me daddy

My white girl say I’m a fucking business

These ratheads wish they had me

I’m classy, dazzling, yeah I hold your weed

Baggy I’m out the jar and I’m swaggy

And I ain’t tried not queued this shit

So much custom, my whip just say I built this shit

Got too much in my cup

Drinks in the air

Not feeling like I can do whatever

I really don’t care

More bottles than stand

Every time we get together we roll

Imma play this, needing my latest

We do whatever

My lifestyle exotic

This shit I’m with, e-body

I bicker down so fuck’em good

Go crazy, I don’t win my shot, I buy it

Versace, Versace, I got it, my wallet

I drive it, departed not a problem

Bottles we be popping new stitch still stopping

Send up, I need fireworks

Better make sure that them lighters work

We gonna keep it coming all night yes sir

This a regular night for me and her

Imma tuck, tuck turn no passing on

Whip it so long she was passing on

A nigger a club what they up about

When they see me out they still back me up

Got too much in my cup

Drinks in the air

Not feeling like I can do whatever

I really don’t care

More bottles than stand

Every time we get together we roll

Imma play this, needing my latest

We do whatever