Yung $kinz - Get With It Lyrics

Talk about sticks, bitch (Money)
We go up, bitch (Yeah)
Don't you play with me (No)
Grab the glock and let it bang on me
Shit ain't new to me (It's not)
Fly to your city and be my remedy (Be mine)
Yeah

I used to pray for this (Pray)
Now I hop on IG and they asking me (For what?)
Like how'd you get there (How?)
Bitch I told you ride with me (Slat)
You ain't listen, now you asking me (Yeh)
See me making moves now you mad at me
Trynna hit LA, Trynna get the bag (Money)
I can't hang with you if you just gonna brag (Cry)
Bitch get with it, bitch get with it
I said, bitch get with it

Talk about sticks, bitch (Money)
We go up, bitch (Yeah)
Don't you play with me (No)
Grab the glock and let it bang on me
Shit ain't new to me (It's not)
Fly to your city and be my remedy (Be mine)
Yeah

Got a call from the Bay (Cali)
Hand me the cup, pour me some lean (Green)
We be making love all up on the sheets (Love)
Got homies in the G, homies in the streets (Slat)
Hit or miss, put my mind on the f*cking check (Money)
Say they shoot a lot, all they do is stir the pot (Blat)
Not from the Mob, but i'm still a G (Gang)
Bitch get with it, I said bitch get with it

Talk about sticks, bitch (Money)
We go up, bitch (Yeah)
Don't you play with me (No)
Grab the glock and let it bang on me
Shit ain't new to me (It's not)
Fly to your city and be my remedy (Be mine)
Yeah