I Got Last

Lyrics

[Intro: Joey Vantes] Fantom Ya tu sabes Haha, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 1: Joey Vantes] I've been rollin' hot lately, I've been raisin' my doors Got that Push-Up Pop, baby, givin' Hollywood tours Justin Bieber type of drip, summertime Drew shorts Coconut in my Paleta, vato, what you got in yours? (Yeah) Forget it, I don't care what you say, you a bore I'm too busy hittin' switches in that navy six-four I got that legend on my chest, they know exactly what it's for Ask my homie Trey Lewis, we just do it for the sport [Chorus: Joey Vantes & 350] If they takin' shots I'ma pop back (Pew-pew-pew) Hundred-forty feet go, you should wipe that (Wipe it down) 'Stendo on me, dawg, you don't want that You was shootin' first, but I got last (Got, haha) Yeah, I got last (Pew, pew-pew-pew, pew) Yeah, I got last (Haha) Yeah, I got last West side to the east (Uh-huh) [Verse 2: 350] Don't take much to get my wrist wet Fools they gotta be steppin' up like shoes, man Livin' around the coast, you got enough sweat for us, yeah That's not meant for us (Uh-huh), gotta be blessed enough Restin' up, I flexed it up, been looking around to test my love The best to come, I steps it up I flip it around, don't mess this up I kept it up, I made my lane I step on the gas to make a statement Deep in the south, we been in the fields (Woo) Drip 'cause we work in the rain (Drip) You just want people to hand out We are not one and the same Sippin' that Topo Chico lime (Uh-huh) Stepping in here like prime-time Never need cuetes, baby (Brrt) I got that piece of mind Ready for a war so don't be mad 'cause I'ma pop back Three-five from the east side, the one that shot back [Chorus: Joey Vantes & nobigdyl.] If they takin' shots I'ma pop back (Pew-pew-pew) Hundred-forty feet go, you should wipe that (Uh-huh, wipe it down) 'Stendo on me, dawg, you don't want that (Uh-uh) You was shootin' first, but I got last (Got, haha) Yeah, I got last (Pew, pew-pew-pew, pew) Yeah, I got last (Haha, last, last, last, last) Yeah, I got last West side to the east (Dyllie) [Verse 3: nobigdyl.] Me and Joey, that's like Pen and Teller or Shaq and Penny (Penny) Where I'm from they don't mess with rats, 'less they name is Mickey (Mickey) Had to treat the beat like Kenny, called the pastor, poured the Henny, yeah, yeah God got me, I don't gotta pack the semi, yeah, yeah Opps want me down and out and that's a pity, yeah, yeah Pops said my liturgy is to get litty We don't wrestle against flesh and blood, listen up I just get the chopper from a chapter, choppin' up and then I freshen up Gotta run my race, I'm never checkin' on who catchin' up (Never) That's a lesson, it's a blessing to be spreadin' love (True) Feel like Kesha, meanin' that I feel like Diddy Takin' shots on the internet, baby, don't be silly, Dyllie [Chorus: Joey Vantes] If they takin' shots I'ma pop back (Pew-pew-pew) Hundred-forty feet go, you should wipe that (Wipe it down) 'Stendo on me, dawg, you don't want that You was shootin' first, but I got last (Got, haha) Yeah, I got last (Pew, pew-pew-pew, pew) Yeah, I got last (Haha) Yeah, I got last West side to the east [Outro: Joey Vantes] You're next, haha