I Got It by Ryan Skid Lyrics
[Intro]
Know you ain't talkin' 'bout me
I know
[Verse 1]
Fuck everybody? I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me
You was out of line it's fine I'm so glad we can both agree
I came a long way from that double wide I was so shy
But now I come down King in that Nissan, one look at me and she down to ride
Guess I got a knack huh, Dub V boy make it stack huh
Oh fo' sho' though Quasimodo whole state on my back huh
Whoa damn, I don't know about you dude
I go Ndamukong Suh for that revenue this ain't nothin' new
You come for me better pack ya lunch
Sweet boys get Cap'n Crunched
If you ain't me don't matter much
Say you better there ain't no such
Thing mane dudes these days do a whole lot of talkin'
Most of 'em Steven Hawkin', I'm the only one that's walkin'
I'm the only one that's 'bout it if you talkin' 'bout me shout it (whoa)
Are you really gonna do shit? Nah I doubt it (nope)
Where I come from we bring knives to fist fights
Knock out lights then crack Bud Lights
So chit chat better think twice
You talk it boy I got it
[Chorus]
We ain't gettin' along
Since I moved down south
Sayin' that I changed now
I see what you talkin' about
You talk it boy I got it
You talk it boy I got it
You talk it boy I got it
You talk it boy I got it oh
Talk like I do
But we ain't movin' the same
Nobody provin' me wrong
I guess some things never change
Uh huh, I got it
You talk it boy I got it
You talk it boy I got it
You talk it boy I got it, uh huh
[Verse 2]
Yap, this easy for me, your girl make eggs cheesy for me
And you're the one that bought it I mean where do I get started?
You comb your hair parted, you 26 gettin' carded
You coppin' ya jeans from Target
Don't play with my hustle and I don't play with my paper
Workin' three jobs I got no time for a hater
Tryna start the fade he just doin' me a favor
Sayin' I'm square but she still suck me now and later
Oh, damn, that gotta sting
You get drunk talk 'bout dreams, I'm doin' the real thing
And I don't stop flexin', they hate but girls on the Gram like it
I touch down she show her TD's then look like she gon' hike it
Young fly kid, and I come from the boondocks
But I'm on top the game like I'm standin' on a Xbox
I don't stop, all I know is keep goin' 'til I get it
So don't talk 'bout me with dudes with dreams that don't got balls to live it
[Chorus]
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Know you ain't talkin' 'bout me
I know
[Verse 1]
Fuck everybody? I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me
You was out of line it's fine I'm so glad we can both agree
I came a long way from that double wide I was so shy
But now I come down King in that Nissan, one look at me and she down to ride
Guess I got a knack huh, Dub V boy make it stack huh
Oh fo' sho' though Quasimodo whole state on my back huh
Whoa damn, I don't know about you dude
I go Ndamukong Suh for that revenue this ain't nothin' new
You come for me better pack ya lunch
Sweet boys get Cap'n Crunched
If you ain't me don't matter much
Say you better there ain't no such
Thing mane dudes these days do a whole lot of talkin'
Most of 'em Steven Hawkin', I'm the only one that's walkin'
I'm the only one that's 'bout it if you talkin' 'bout me shout it (whoa)
Are you really gonna do shit? Nah I doubt it (nope)
Where I come from we bring knives to fist fights
Knock out lights then crack Bud Lights
So chit chat better think twice
You talk it boy I got it
[Chorus]
We ain't gettin' along
Since I moved down south
Sayin' that I changed now
I see what you talkin' about
You talk it boy I got it
You talk it boy I got it
You talk it boy I got it
You talk it boy I got it oh
Talk like I do
But we ain't movin' the same
Nobody provin' me wrong
I guess some things never change
Uh huh, I got it
You talk it boy I got it
You talk it boy I got it
You talk it boy I got it, uh huh
[Verse 2]
Yap, this easy for me, your girl make eggs cheesy for me
And you're the one that bought it I mean where do I get started?
You comb your hair parted, you 26 gettin' carded
You coppin' ya jeans from Target
Don't play with my hustle and I don't play with my paper
Workin' three jobs I got no time for a hater
Tryna start the fade he just doin' me a favor
Sayin' I'm square but she still suck me now and later
Oh, damn, that gotta sting
You get drunk talk 'bout dreams, I'm doin' the real thing
And I don't stop flexin', they hate but girls on the Gram like it
I touch down she show her TD's then look like she gon' hike it
Young fly kid, and I come from the boondocks
But I'm on top the game like I'm standin' on a Xbox
I don't stop, all I know is keep goin' 'til I get it
So don't talk 'bout me with dudes with dreams that don't got balls to live it
[Chorus]
Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh