B.o.B, Scotty ATL - We Got Tricked lyrics
[B.o.B, Scotty ATL - We Got Tricked lyrics]
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker, we gone
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker, we gone
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker, we gone
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, yeah
40 acres and a mule, we got tricked
I been blunted to my jaws and I'm sick
I might pull up to the light
Steal your bitch
I ain't got no 401k, God dammit I'm rich
Yeah (Till I get it)
Came back with the good foot
Came back with it
Still twisting on the good wood
(Till I get it)
Nigga be flexing 'bout the past
Know you grew up in good hood (Hold up)
Bitch is like a finger roll
Getting bread like a dinner roll
I ain't even tryna fuck the bitch
If she ain't a centerfold
Check it out, we look good together
Don't we? Yo man be drinking mad
Oh he had to let it go, Lakeshia Cole
They gotta go, uh, to the studio
She lick my nuts and my booty ho
I don't know if that was by mistake or not
Moment there, raise a thought, clear
Uh, to the beat bitch new take a seat, bitch
I rolled the fire, smoked the fire
You joke a lot, funky five
But, I coach or die, that's the sad part
You can have anything that you ask for
Regular speed, living in fast forward
You dabbed, old nigga
What is there to care for?
They want me to calm down
I can't cause I'm knee deep
What happened to activist? What
Happened to free speech?
You out on the front steps
I'm out on the frontline
The lotto has no mind
They give niggas dumb time
For dumb crimes, no sunshine
Rhyme with the iron, keep a eye up a one time
Streets just run down from big rigs
We stocking stores that really don't nobody
Up in the community own
Back and forth from community homes
Trying not to end up in a funeral home
Met a bitch I used to hit with a bong
Almost didn't recognize her
She look 80 years old left out the hood
Came back and realized it either get
Worse or it end up justified
Thinking 'how much they suck outta
The hood each year'?
Is it capitalism or genocide?
I'm talking to you
You with the bluetooth speaker
The Louis V sneakers, the Polo wife beaters
The Gucci ice dreamers
What would happen if all
That revenue stayed in
The hood? The outcome would be incredible
But we could do it all that
Do you have a clue?
But it goes to the elite instead of you
Bandz, preach bandz, teach
Everybody get up out your damn seat, word
Get wit' it motherfucker, we gone
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker, we gone
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker, we gone
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker
Yeah, yeah, yeah
40 acres and a mule, we got tricked
I been blunted to my jaws and I'm sick
I might pull up to the light
Steal your bitch
I ain't got no 401k, God dammit I'm rich
Yeah (Till I get it)
Came back with the good foot
Came back with it
Still twisting on the good wood
(Till I get it)
Nigga be flexing 'bout the past
Know you grew up in good hood (Hold up)
Bitch is like a finger roll
Getting bread like a dinner roll
I ain't even tryna fuck the bitch
If she ain't a centerfold
Check it out, we look good together
Don't we? Yo man be drinking mad
Oh he had to let it go, Lakeshia Cole
They gotta go, uh, to the studio
She lick my nuts and my booty ho
I don't know if that was by mistake or not
Moment there, raise a thought, clear
Uh, to the beat bitch new take a seat, bitch
I rolled the fire, smoked the fire
You joke a lot, funky five
But, I coach or die, that's the sad part
You can have anything that you ask for
Regular speed, living in fast forward
You dabbed, old nigga
What is there to care for?
They want me to calm down
I can't cause I'm knee deep
What happened to activist? What
Happened to free speech?
You out on the front steps
I'm out on the frontline
The lotto has no mind
They give niggas dumb time
For dumb crimes, no sunshine
Rhyme with the iron, keep a eye up a one time
Streets just run down from big rigs
We stocking stores that really don't nobody
Up in the community own
Back and forth from community homes
Trying not to end up in a funeral home
Met a bitch I used to hit with a bong
Almost didn't recognize her
She look 80 years old left out the hood
Came back and realized it either get
Worse or it end up justified
Thinking 'how much they suck outta
The hood each year'?
Is it capitalism or genocide?
I'm talking to you
You with the bluetooth speaker
The Louis V sneakers, the Polo wife beaters
The Gucci ice dreamers
What would happen if all
That revenue stayed in
The hood? The outcome would be incredible
But we could do it all that
Do you have a clue?
But it goes to the elite instead of you
Bandz, preach bandz, teach
Everybody get up out your damn seat, word