Yung Mal - Got It Together lyrics

[Intro] That ass on her had to come from her mama, yeah Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] I turn sh*t to sugar, 20K for the booking 10K for the bodies, killer fly way from Brooklyn I was in the streets, mama couldn't even whoop me Daddy told me he wasn't raising no pussy My son was rich 'fore he even came out the pussy Step on your block if that bu*ton get pushed I smoke exotic, don't pass me no kush She talkin' crazy, b*tch, you need to hush Pack touch down, sh*t fill up a bus 12 at the door, too much to flush Go get the money, yeah, that's a must I keep it real, b*tch, I'm one thousand plus [Verse] And I been thuggin', nobody touch me Reach for my chain, get shot in your nugget Lam' truck yellow, no mustard Came from a hood full of hustlers You from a hood full of busters I make that b*tch drive that dope to Augusta No, I don't trust her The b*tch know better No, I don't play when that sh*t 'bout that cheddar Took me some time, but I got it together [Chorus] I turn sh*t to sugar, 20K for the booking 10K for the bodies, killer fly way from Brooklyn I was in the streets, mama couldn't even whoop me Daddy told me he wasn't raising no pussy My son was rich 'fore he even came out the pussy Step on your block if that bu*ton get pushed I smoke exotic, don't pass me no kush She talkin' crazy, b*tch, you need to hush Pack touch down, sh*t fill up a bus 12 at the door, too much to flush Go get the money, yeah, that's a must I keep it real, b*tch, I'm one thousand plus [Outro] Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Off-White hoodie Frostbite wrist like a slushy Smokin' on dank, boy, this sh*t so musty Got the streets hot like I jumped out the oven Nothin' but some hundreds, blueberry muffins No Nick Cannon, stay with them drummers That ass on her had to come from her mama Bank account full of fetty, got commas on commas I'm the bossman, got runners on runners