Chester Watson - I Get It lyrics
[Chester Watson - I Get It lyrics]
Bitch, you ain't gotta say shit
Leanin' I'm, dreamin' i don't think
I might be goin' back to my space ship
Adidas with the Velcro on 'em
Why Chester give 'em hell so often
More gold, I sound like a bell shop
Hella ILoveUgly in the mailbox sketch niggas
My homies told me "Get a TEC nigga"
I ain't get a TEC, I got some more checks
It might've made my head bigger
When it comes to you can't project figures
Need a lot of bucks, I got a lot of bitches
Wanna fuck me over, make a lot of children
Got some luck from clovers
Born in March I'm chillin'
Like the arctic villain or your arch nemesis
On the parchment scriblin' spells
Drunk as fuck
It's hard to finish, so it's hard to wish
Well it was hard to hate him
Now it's hard to trust him
While I started talkin' louder had to choice
Nü Age started fuckin' wilin'
Out and hating
Hatin', hella fuckin' salty
I ain't with it
Wasted as fuck, don't be wasting my time
Only smokin' on the loudest
It's the fragrance
Xanax poppin', power movin' plays and
I will never make you sour losers famous
Fuck you, feel like you wastin' my time
Goin' up i get it, I get it
Goin' up i get it, I get it
I'm rollin' up dutches
You rollin' up swishers
What the fuck is that? Two different niggas
I'm 'bout the art and I'm all about grips
No matter who else in the picture
You takin' an L cause you
Know we won't mention
Might call the clones and the henchmen
Rollin' up the doja and blow it no incense
Blowin' up i get it, I get it
Leanin' I'm, dreamin' i don't think
I might be goin' back to my space ship
Adidas with the Velcro on 'em
Why Chester give 'em hell so often
More gold, I sound like a bell shop
Hella ILoveUgly in the mailbox sketch niggas
My homies told me "Get a TEC nigga"
I ain't get a TEC, I got some more checks
It might've made my head bigger
When it comes to you can't project figures
Need a lot of bucks, I got a lot of bitches
Wanna fuck me over, make a lot of children
Got some luck from clovers
Born in March I'm chillin'
Like the arctic villain or your arch nemesis
On the parchment scriblin' spells
Drunk as fuck
It's hard to finish, so it's hard to wish
Well it was hard to hate him
Now it's hard to trust him
While I started talkin' louder had to choice
Nü Age started fuckin' wilin'
Out and hating
Hatin', hella fuckin' salty
I ain't with it
Wasted as fuck, don't be wasting my time
Only smokin' on the loudest
It's the fragrance
Xanax poppin', power movin' plays and
I will never make you sour losers famous
Fuck you, feel like you wastin' my time
Goin' up i get it, I get it
Goin' up i get it, I get it
I'm rollin' up dutches
You rollin' up swishers
What the fuck is that? Two different niggas
I'm 'bout the art and I'm all about grips
No matter who else in the picture
You takin' an L cause you
Know we won't mention
Might call the clones and the henchmen
Rollin' up the doja and blow it no incense
Blowin' up i get it, I get it