DZIOR - Go Getter Lyrics

I had to go get it
Yeah I could tell you that shit but you most likely already know it
They know I be chilling
Had to get back in the lab when I step in that bitch got it frozen
Im rolling up woods and i'm facing em' facing em'
I swear my lungs really moving heroic
We not the same bitch you move off emotion
I really move off the motion
I know that little bitch want to get on my body
She know that i'm icy I told her come ski
RIP Toriyama
Like Dragon ball z
I got ki my hand holding heat
All I talk bout' is commas
Like a ELA teacher like let Brody reach imma' teach
Im smoking on gas
Everybody round' me solid
My bitch got the liquid she leak
Aye these niggas talking they shit buy they weak so who really be f*cking with me
She trying to suck on my dick everyday of the week like I don't got nowhere else to be
These niggas broke and they hate treat em' like a disease
They need to go and quarantine
Tell her to get in her stance
She hopped on her knees she know her position for team
I pull up with snap crackle and pop
You f*cking with me
Rice crispy
Get off yo' ass to get grinding these niggas keep whining but thinking the crib a retreat
Treat her ass like i'm producing or something I turn her around bout' to give her the beats
I can't stand no lying bitch when it come to that shit then i'm taking a seat
Bitch you can't smoke what i'm smoking unless the throat goated I might make exceptions
Im moving stupid for real
The cops try to flick me the drugs an investment
She trying to slurp me up just like some cereal
Roll up my wheaties i'm smoking my breakfast
Beat from the back and I tell a hoe cheerio
Feel like i'm british im making a exit
Im up with stars
I think I need drink cause i'm parched
I got yo' lil' bitch in the car
She want to go to Pluto or Mars
Now she want to get a ring like Saturn
I just f*cked starting to think its a pattern
Do you greasy I don't got no manners
On the spot with the shot not a planner
Im i'm taxing them prices like government
Za on my breath mix it up with the double mint
Shorty get to it she sucking in public
Forty yard dash for that bag then i'm running it
Show her the stash it ain't no touching it
Bitch I can't drown rinding round' in a mothership