Logic - IGot This lyrics
[Verse 1: Tyler Thomas] L.A. to the M.D Couple young motherf**ers Taking n***as and turning them into samplate I don't really need nothing but some Netflix And some good head from one of my future exes Am I s**ist, cause I got a bad b**h checklist Really, really ain't my fault cause the social media feeding my urge to splurge And she like my pics so she want the dick Got hoes, got hoes, got hoes, for real Not Manti Te'o, all my hoes is real Young top from the side where them n***as get live And them hoes wanna roll like them clothes on fire Oh my, oh my, oh my life, if I don't make it I'll die twice She cold-blooded like Twilight I think she know she my type I'mma get off on everything, like I'm perverted Make these n***as shake like we just met in person And if you goin hate me then that mean I'm worth it And if you could judge me then that mean I'm perfect You feel it? Got them hook, let me reel in f**ed up on the ceiling, that's how I'm feeling She try out like prettylips, getting brain while I peel it, tight [Hook] f** y'all n***as, I got this I came here with my clique This here sound like mosh pit And your b**h be on my dick Roll up n***a, I got this Pour up n***a, I got this f** y'all n***as, I got this I came here with my clique This here sound like mosh pit And your b**h be on my dick Roll up n***a, I got this Pour up n***a, I got this [Verse 2: Logic] One time for your motherf**ing mind When I get it I rip it up and every one of a kind Heat when I rhyme Never heard of it but I murder the beat when I rhyme I better take it to another level, know I never settle, sh** Flow incredible, instrumental is edible Talk a lot of game but this sh** ain't credible What's good, let me live it up, hit it up V's up, got your shawty in the crib with her knees up Ease up, let me bring it down You the thing now, who the king now f** around and finally got a little bit of bling now But the money ain't a thing now Yeah I know the sh** sting now Rattpack till my pulse flat Take a look at my direction if you wonder where the boss at Real talk, no false rap [Hook] [Verse 3: Tyler Thomas] n***a praise to the most high, so fly n***a blow like the bomb why Oh I've been a bad motherf**er since I jumped out of the stomach Feeling like rogue the way I'm k**ing everything I'm touching I'm a real n***a, I'm lowkey, bros got hammers like Loki But I ain't reckless, I'm off getting neck from a well-respected Red bone in a Lexus hectic I'm f**ed till next semester, got bars So these hoes goin call collectors Job respected, if not all of y'all can form a line And I'll follow the exit This rap sh** is just a meal ticket Brown bag with me like a field trip Treat your b**h like a heel flip The camera angles pan when the heels click [Hook]