Heisenberg - Get It And Go lyrics

{hook} I fu*k on your chick and i don’t call her back What you call that? a damn heart attack Okay, speaking bout paper, i’m getting to that And these haters don’t like it, i’m speaking a fact Chasing that paper, is all that i know I refuse to be begging on side of the road Okay, no time to hang out, they get it and go I just serve them they sh*t, then i show them the door {verse 1} Killing this sh*t with the lyrical flow (yup) I am what the game is missing and more (yup) When i walk through the door, better handcuff your hoe (yup) If i look and she smile, she gonna get ghost (she gone) 409 on to thе 713 (texas) If you ask your chick, bet she gonе know about me She wanted the d but i said disagree Had to go let her know that this dick is not free (sorry) Ain't no stopping me when this mic is in my hand You chasing hoes, i’d rather chase bands Go ask around, little steve been the man (uh huh) In the projects i was selling the sand (yes sir) Make a few million is part of the plan I know that i’m fly but i’m not peter pan (b*tch) Hustle, grind, rep for my state They screaming they real but really be fake fu*k being average when you can be great This flow copyrighted so don’t imitate (hoe) {hook} I fu*k on your chick and i don’t call her back What you call that? a damn heart attack Okay, speaking bout paper, i’m getting to that And these haters don’t like it, i’m speaking a fact Chasing that paper, is all that i know I refuse to be begging on side of the road Okay, no time to hang out, they get it and go I just serve them they sh*t, then i show them the door {verse 2} These su*kers be hating, i already know (for real) But fu*k 'em though i’m gone continue to grow (b*tch!) I’m 'bout to blow and they already know Got 'em sick to they stomach they need some pepto (uhh) A'int no stopping this sh*t, cuz it’s destined to happen I pictured it all, now i’m closing the caption fu*k they head up when they heard i was rapping (bow bow bow) And everything legal i’m no longer trapping Bust your b*tch down like a improper fraction Then show her the door homie, that is what’s happening (fu*k all that) Start chasing this paper, they say that i changed But fu*k 'em though, hei$enberg remain the same (fu*k 'em) You ni**as ain't real and that’s simple and plain Fraud and frivolous with smut on your name (b*tch!) Rest in peace nipsey, i’m stuck in the grind Yeah, these haters throw shade but somehow i still shine Yeah, she pretty and fine but she wasting my time Won’t you do me a favor, step out of my ride This hustle and flow, got that sh*t from my momma If i’m on a beat then that b*tch gotta rumble I don’t want no smoke, i don’t want no drama Just wanna get paid blue hundreds in bundles Yeah, but if the sh*t come just know i’m not running {outro} b*tch! 409, texas sh*t Hei$enberg, baby Uhh