"Gettin Wild" lyrics

This shit sound like the old 'wop
Just because of that I went and got a old drop
When ya come in the trap, keep that door locked
Dicks run up in here and you taking all the jobs
I ain't getting her no Uber, bitch pay for a cab
Yea, that old Sosa gone bitch it's then and now
He ain't outside, then we gon' spin around
I pop a flat pill and I'm getting wild

I'm [?] come through with the TEC and the mac
Knock ya head off fuck ya cat-in-the-hat
Rolling i8, got a mac in the back
30 on my hip and a accurate that
Don't got waste your money on a vest
4 come through and they blast at your neck
Where poonany, took a shower in that
I'm 'a be done in about an hour with that
Damn chief Sosa look at your wrist at your wrist
Got a fucking 50 cal with that
Shooting out a old ford truck
Come through Eddy Bauer with that
You see my chain got a hour with that
Tryna take my chicken no Malcolm with that
Hot sauce come with this shit nigga
Hit your ass very loud in the back
She suck me so good she wetting up the seats
Luckily I got a towel in the back
Fuck nigga don't you worry about me
Worry about where I'm 'a blast you at
Sound like a little ra-rat with the mac
Always on the move, always got a strap
In the stu, I'm just trapping
Look at me, I'm just capping

This shit sound like the old 'wop
Just because of that I went and got a old drop
When ya come in the trap, keep that door locked
Dicks run up in here and you taking all the jobs
I ain't getting her no Uber, bitch pay for a cab
Yea, that old Sosa gone bitch it's then and now
He ain't outside, then we gon' spin around
I pop a flat pill and I'm getting wild

I got a million baby mamas, all these niggas be my sons
Got a Steve Nash shot, like I'm with the phoenix suns
Treat your block like the bank, go get me my funds
Got that Vanessa and Angela bitch call me Sosa run
You'll pull up on me, money make you come
You still gon' suck my dick and you still ain't getting none
You say that you don't no, money make you dumb!
You talking out the side of your neck, they're gon' find your loved ones
Got dick for the low
Slang it on the road
I just bought a coat
I just want a boat
Got shots for the high
I give em out the hole
Niggas unofficial, got the whistle I'm 'a blow
I'm smoking on the skunky
Joko why so funky
I can't leave this shit alone, I think that I'm a junky
I got that horse power, like I be playing rugby
I'm a boss I can be nobody she still gon' fuck me
Nigga get your issue
My trigger finger itching
K chop off your ear nigga I told you to listen
You act like you couldn't hear me now you really cannot hear me
Choppa same size omelly
I think he from Phillie

This shit sound like the old 'wop
Just because of that I went and got a old drop
When ya come in the trap, keep that door locked
Dicks run up in here and you taking all the jobs
I ain't getting her no Uber, bitch pay for a cab
Yea, that old Sosa gone bitch it's then and now
He ain't outside, then we gon' spin around
I pop a flat pill and I'm getting wild