Yung Mal, Lil Quill, Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Get In Dere lyrics

[Yung Mal, Lil Quill, Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Get In Dere lyrics]

Get in there, ooh style on 'em, yeah
Do the dash on it, yeah
Go in overdrive on 'em
New foreign, no miles on it
Goin' a hundred miles like a train coming
First see a hundred thousand out
The bank on me put a dick in your bitch
Got your main cumming get in there
So many hundreds make me drown in it
And I just went gun shopping
Sawed off got a hundred rounds in it
New spot and my Camry got pounds in it
And my clique full of players
No clowns in it
If a nigga 'round me he a boss nigga
Long live Mike Brown, I'm a cop killer

Ooh trappin' that dope on Candler
I got them hundreds on me like a scammer
White and black bitch
Fuck 'em both like a panda
I got more ho ho hoes than Santa
I got double G on top of my sandals
Walk in the club and my diamonds is dancing
I put a whole four in a Fanta
This chopper for monkeys, it got a banana
Smoking gelato in the Phantom
Fucking different bitches random
Strapped the fuck up, call me MC Hammer
Too much money, nigga ain't got no manners
Walk in the trap, it look like a gun store
My chopper it come with a huncho
More money, more problems, who want more?
What the fuck you think I
Brought the gun for?

Get in there, ooh style on 'em, yeah
Do the dash on it, yeah
Go in overdrive on 'em
New foreign, no miles on it
Goin' a hundred miles like a train coming
First see a hundred thousand out
The bank on me put a dick in your bitch
Got your main cumming get in there
So many hundreds make me drown in it
And I just went gun shopping
Sawed off got a hundred rounds in it
New spot and my Camry got pounds in it
And my clique full of players
No clowns in it
If a nigga 'round me he a boss nigga
Long live Mike Brown, I'm a cop killer

If a nigga 'round me he a boss
I do the dash in the foreign
Got the flag comin' out it
A whole QP in the loft
I'm finna bust down this bag of the Cali
Got a hundred on me right now
But I'm still finna go to the bank
'cause I gotta make a withdrawl
Sound off, go raow
Pull up on a nigga in a tank, pull up
We airing shit out get in there
Ain't even had the shit
Had to spend in there
Goyard for my tote, got a mil in there
Got a leather bucket seat, tryna sit in there
No you can't get in there style on 'em
Ten piece, lemon pepper, got the mild on 'em
I hit the booth and I'm
Going overdrive on 'em
Six figures just on one car
You think that I want to ride with you?

Get in there, ooh style on 'em, yeah
Do the dash on it, yeah
Go in overdrive on 'em
New foreign, no miles on it
Goin' a hundred miles like a train coming
First see a hundred thousand out
The bank on me put a dick in your bitch
Got your main cumming get in there
So many hundreds make me drown in it
And I just went gun shopping
Sawed off got a hundred rounds in it
New spot and my Camry got pounds in it
And my clique full of players
No clowns in it
If a nigga 'round me he a boss nigga
Long live Mike Brown, I'm a cop killer

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