GET MINE (feat. 362 DaYOUNGIN) - SATDO

Engine, engine number 9 On that Mason-Dixon line Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine I'm a motherfucking boon-dock killer, Mossberg filler King of the drop, they'll never be much iller Top medical grade dope baby, Chevrolet sitting up like Grave Digger, roll over your Mercedes And I rock, man, I'm a firestarter Two handles of brown and a half a gallon of firewater Tell the police they can keep knocking, we're doing illegal shit go to the window, bitch, keep watching Chopping on that 808, ride by your house and make the window shake and the beat so hard, make the tempo break And the next door neighbor wanna relocate - uh You can hear me across the county line, bagging up dimes of rhymes, and I'm moving 20 P's at a time Black sheep, son of a landmine The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number 9 On that Mason-Dixon line Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine Hold up, hold up, one time for the DJ Go DJ So motherfucking outta tune hit Don't tell me to turn up trap or tune in! And because no new bitch to do It's the same bitch and you just bought her new tits And I don't give two fucks about you're two sips Wouldn't give you two dogs to give two shits Black sheep son of a land mine The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number 9 On that Mason-Dixon line Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine Harley Davidsons blowing it down Broadway Rock this motherfucking like three, the hard way Bones, Klever, shotgun Su, Wu, Tang riding gorilla Open the doors to the venue and let the slugs hit Weed smoke and whiskey like a tornado whip The south is in it, deep in it with bump Be funky the tree trunk of speed bump Another round and the cops might have to hold me down If you don't know me then know me I'll die in the ground Rittz filling my cup up until I hit the ground Pack this bitch to the ceiling and kill em and Billy now Made a career drinking beer, anarchy and wanted My country ass momma singing "Oh lawdy!" Black sheeps son of a landmine The caboose is loose the train track's unattached and I Engine, engine number 9 On that Mason-Dixon line Chasing whiskey, sipping shine Gripping nickel plated nines So you get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine You get yours and I'll get mine

M-M-M-Murda Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga, Imma get mine Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the 'fro And my nigga sellin' dope up out the liquor store Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga, Imma get mine Anything goes in the jungle, dog (Anything goes) See, we can rumble, I might stumble but I refuse to fall Outta work, outta time, look I'm out of it all My bros got my back, won't allow me to fall My banker is tellin' me he's proud of us all You rappers are broke, what's the problem with y'all? You're not original, there's a thousand of y'all I heard your concerts are not crowded at all I'm lit in the club, took her down in the stall I been a real one, look, I walk 'fore I crawl I'm straight to the point, Gerald's back in his bag Brain in the whip, seat back in the Jag Fuckin' up a check, see the price on the tag Vacation in Kauai, man, life is a drag Anything goes, that's life in the jungle Leave her around me, you might be in trouble I've seen what you make, I get it double Turn into an asshole, fuck bein' humble Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga I'ma get mine (ha ha ha, fuck bein' humble) Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the 'fro And my nigga sellin' dope up out the liquor store Outta work, outta line Outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga I'ma get mine Anything goes in the jungle, dog See we can rumble, I might stumble but I refuse to fall (Yeah, uh) Oyster perpetual, my time is expensive Cars on cars, coppin', I been excessive Proof that the power of the mind is impressive Conversations profit, I'm interested Bitch so bad, big ass, big breasted Guess who fucked, you got it, you guessed it Murda Beatz blappin', Uncle Snoop blessed it 2017, really 'bout to start flexin' I'm sorry if I shit on you, it's not my intention Talk about Ms, K, you got my attention Steinbrenner money, just signed an extension Deal's life-changing, that's divine intervention I look in the mirror and say "Bro, you the best out" "You're a cold ass cat, go and poke your chest out" "Really got it made, you don't have to stress out" She wants me to give a fuck, sorry, bae, I'm fresh out Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time (what if I could?) Give a fuck, nigga I'ma get mine (sorry) Straight up out the gutter with the cake cutter in the 'fro And my nigga sellin' dope up out the liquor store Outta work, outta line, outta money, outta time Give a fuck, nigga I'ma get mine Anything goes in the jungle, dog See we can rumble, I might stumble, but I refuse to fall

Godzilla's still alive! God! Damn a lot of niggas done changed on me (Damn they done changed on me) Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben Frank on me I don't know why niggas hate on me I gotta move differently, I got a case on me I got 'em hirin' private investigators on me Sittin' right outside the crib tryna stake on me Hol' up, wait on it Mmmmm that's a Porsche Cayman Hol' up watch me pull it out the horse stable I remember when we couldn't afford cable That's when I knew I had to put in more labor Niggas tryna take me out my vibe, dawg God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive, dawg Still I'm on my way to the top, dawg Shout out Punch, Isaiah Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg Shit we doin' not regular Like Hendrix say, we don't do regular I'm a beast, I'm a predator I kill, I murk, I slay, et cetera, et cetera I'll cop any gun and kill for my daughter I'll go Rambo for real for my daughter 2015 I made two mil' for my daughter Now these pussy ass niggas tryna steal from my daughter What the fuck? Post Trap Soul gettin' back to it No, nigga, this ain't no trap music Soul, rhythm, blues with a slap to it Watch how young Pen Griffey put his bat to it What is niggas on? Man they trippin' They want me to put 'em on, that's my mission Niggas in a rush, niggas don't listen I'm still tryna get mine, that's it and done You was tryna get it, weren't ya? You was tryna run it through the ceilin', weren't ya? Blue hundreds in your pocket, lean in your kidney Whenever I'm your master ain't no fuckin' limits All the foreigns came new, ain't no fuckin' limit (skrrrt) Play with me, I'll have a massacre in every city I might drive to DC and fuck with Meek Milly (Meek) Take a nigga order, I want a chicken Philly (Chicken Philly) Take a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck her titty (fuck that bitch) Speakin' too fast, that's that past tense (sorry, bae) My bitch jewelry wet, cost a Patek She so annoyin', keep askin' for some napkins, (woo!) Wipe them bitches up, put 'em in a cup Shake it then taste it, that's it Ayy, we got plenty bucks, order what you want (order that) I'm a cash cow, I'm just cashin' (woo!) I think they put a camera in my pool But it's on the inside, goddamn, 12 nasty (they did) I used to be like Jay Z and ride factories 'Til I found out that you gotta put on Davis (shoes) They scopin' out my house from a cabin (woo!) I pissed out the window and start laughin' (ha!) The inside of my spot carry water (ha!) They should change the street name it cactus (damn!) I'm the same Thugger that'll order ten rooms in your town And don't sleep in none them bitches, uh We just fuckin' thots and gettin' freaky all in them bitches, ahh Niggas so mad that they can't leak none of these pictures, ahh She so bad sometimes I want her features, uh (woo!) All the shit you do old like beepers, uh (woo, woo) All the shit you do old, I see you (I see you) Even all these Crips don't wanna be you (wanna be you, be you, be you) Oh yeah Still tryna get mine Still tryna get mine I'm still tryna get mine Still tryna get mine I'm still tryna get mine They schemin' on me They still tryna get mine Oh they still tryna get mine, oh Ayy, ayy, yeah Yeah, oh no Yeah, still tryna get mine Said they still tryna get mine, yeah