Go Getter (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Zino] (Rah, that's RJ On The Track) Mhm-mhm-mhm Mhm-mhm-mhm (Thank you, Ralph) These niggas Mhm-mhm-mhm Mhm-mhm-mhm [Chorus: Zino] Lil jigga, I'm a go-getter I hit the trap, and my mumma said I should know better Through the storm, I really been through the cold weather My niggas on the wing, so, I just wrote a letter (Oh, Lord) I'm treating money like it's tissue, so, I'd be lying if I ever said I missed you We all make our mistakes, I guess I did too (Yeah) Bro just hit the belly off a big move, man, that's a big coupe [Verse 1: Zino] I'm a little go-getter, little nigga, why you wreckin'? Ad, this block is kinda hot, Walalo's rollin' with his weapon (Yeah) And, they'rе sayin' that I'm famous This talent come with a blessin', this blеssin' come with the stressin', my niggas step with a Weston I'm so cold, so froze, so freezin' Lately, this money is fuckin' with my feelings Voice of the streets, I'm the voice of the trenches No regrets, don't need no redemption I told my broski, "It's our time, we got to fuck it up" I'm pourin' Henny and Codeine inside my double cup And, if you catch that nigga lackin', broski, let it go I told Walalo, "Run it up," this ain't a movie, this a episode Never had that feelin' that you're stuck up on the block Really shootin' for the moon and really aimin' for the top Wavy, I'm a stalker, I ain't never gonna stop And, I'll never love a ho [Chorus: Zino] Lil jigga, I'm a go-getter I hit the trap, and my mumma said I should know better Through the storm, I really been through the cold weather My niggas on the wing, so, I just wrote a letter I'm treating money like it's tissue, so, I'd be lying if I ever said I missed you We all make our mistakes, I guess I did too (Yeah) Bro just hit the belly off a big move, man, that's a big coupe [Verse 2: Lil Macks] We outside dodgin' five-oh Rambo grippin' with a Moncler wearin' nice coat And, they give everyone their flowers, where did mine go? And, if he isn't sober, then he might fold We go-getters rollin' with some drillers, go get him And, if he get a nigga done, he get his own kettle Cold, cold, it was hot and cold, cold, now it's not These labels scary, would've had a half a mill' if I had known better Way back when Macks and B was takin' risks He linked up with Headie One, we said, "We're makin' it" When he spent racks on True Religion just to take the piss He comin' home, I got a million views, believe me, there's no fakin' this Hit C Block with a Lamborghini And, now, I be feelin' like the streets don't need me I know it's dumb to think dunnings are anonymous You gettin' smoked if I'm hearin' that you fucked with us [Verse 3: Zino] Go-Getter, man, I really put my all in Pull up with semis or a mag', I install them This yout' stay hittin' up my phone, they keep on callin' me I was in the field before I started ballin' I be stuck in the trenches, my block toxic These niggas talk like they for me, but, they the opposite And, when I look in the mirror, I see a psycho I fell in love with the block, and, mama, it ain't my fault And, you ain't ridin' for your bro, so what you ridin' for? And, you can't buy your mother shit, so, what you slidin' for? Walalo let it breathe, la-la-la-la-la You ain't really in the streets, na-na-na-na-na I told broski, "Go get 'em, go let it tap" OTG in the G with Lil Macks Ain't gotta stretch, know Walalo got my back We goin' global, baby, really, I'm the map And, yeah, we takin' over ends, let's see us clean up And, that's my rider, but, I call her Aquafina And, if she see me with my shorty, I'ma let her know I seen her It's cold, so, I be rollin' with my heater [Chorus: Zino] Lil jigga, I'm a go-getter I hit the trap, and my mumma said I should know better Through the storm, I really been through the cold weather My niggas on the wing, so, I just wrote a letter I'm treating money like it's tissue, so, I'd be lying if I ever said I missed you We all make our mistakes, I guess I did too (Yeah) Bro just hit the belly off a big move, man, that's a big coupe