Yung Booke - Go Getta lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Thug] I let my homies air ya out Like a car that's been sittin' for seven days Yeah, and you can split the money seven ways Or, let them strip you like you work at place Ray Bands, dark shades Yeah, purple syrup, call it pink lemonade I'm paid and I sip syrup all day It's my sport you should call it Leanoray Orange and purple (?) Kush sprayed with finger spray n***a I'm a (?) , you n***as (?) I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that I never ran from jack If you make me run, sh** I'm back, uhhh [Verse 2: Yung Booke] (?) piece is too cold, neckpiece ridiculous Ooh, my ring get me (?) like it been frost bitten I be gettin' b**hes while you couch sittin' You n***as soft as mitten, don't make me pay a visit See I be in the kitchen, rappin' at (?) You know I gotta keep the smell down, vacuum city You broke locker, old (?), you can't pay attention See I be in the trenches (?) and the b**hes Franklin (?) and I'm like who is it I let 'em right on in Now why would I (?) (?) ask your girlfriend, this (?) I got the more hundreds, I (?) then [Verse 3: MPA Wicced] Oneway gettin' (?) this ain't no photo And two nines stay with me, Rondo and Romo Thug, f** what they talkin' bout, home (?) too quick Follow my footsteps, but step over all the sh** that I kick (?) So I might fall Got my whites on and just sound like a motherf**er Turn the lights off Boss sh**, take a loss get it right back Yeah, tax write off f** n***a, nah we don't like ya'll Damn, I'm a problem can't solve me I'm fly as a b**h (?) me Fake barbers tryna (?) me Nah, not happenin' But we foldin' n***as like napkins No round of applause, we clappin' (?) what's crackin' n***a [Verse 4: Young Thug] Thank you, thank you gentlemen, let me take that Money is all I think about, I'm in love with that Hunnids is all I'm bangin' on, I'm in love with cats Money is all I'm talkin' now, where Franklin at? I'm bout kick in the prison like take Franklin at (?) they say you snitch n***a, what's up with that? You homie but my crew say you (?) with that You piss and sh**tin' on yourself n***a, you wrong for that And ya, we from the sub and we don't f** with rats Ay and if I ran from ya n***a, ey, I don't f** with crack What up crap OG Poppin' n***a Ey, freaky f** what they say that n***a (?) quick And I'm like freaky n***a go ahead with that bullsh** Cause both, both of ya'll n***a hard Both of ya'll got famous cliques So let, let's get that rap money, f** them bricks Uh, got stripes every day, it's zebra day Uh, and if they play, let ninas spray I'm chasin' money, I never ran from that I never ran from jack I mean they made me run but I'm back ugh