(Intro)
Get you hype
Get you hype
Dub Tre 6 get you hype
(Hook/Chorus)
I get you f**in lit and you know im right
(Producer tag plays)
On that sremm life I ain't got no type
Turn this sh** up it get you f**in hype
(Verse 1)
Play me at the parties know my beats hard
Its Dub Tre Six know I spit bars
Got bigga money my pockets on large
Lookin supah fly whippin foreign cars
Talkin to the ladies real romantical
Machine gun flows spit mechanical
Smoke some good good that botanical
Back the f** up get a handle bruh
Im just wiln out spit some sh** so crazy
Always got gas the booth be lookin hazy
On that yes or no I ain't bout no maybe
I just f** you tho Im not goin call you baby
(Hook/Chorus)
I get you f**in lit and you know im right
Got a new bad b**h every f**ing night
On that sremm life I ain't got no type
Turn this sh** up it get you f**in hype
(Verse 2)
Turn the AC on Im bout to spit some heat
Talkin sh** to me Im bout to f**in eat
Oh you know so and so I guess thats pretty neat
Like watered down vodka youre f**in weak
I just come thru flex on errbody
Even if you mad not goin say Im sorry
Think you got ahead but I played you like atari
You drive a honda civc bruh that ain't no Ferrari
(Hook/Chorus)
I get you f**in lit and you know im right
Got a new bad b**h every f**ing night
On that sremm life I ain't got no type
Turn this sh** up it get you f**in hype