Get it by Shannon Lyrics
[Pre-Chorus: Leon Hlabathi]
You not invited man, So why the hell you here?
You busy lying to these people while you ride my back
Why you in my set, are you making plans?
I gotta get the bag, get the money, get the cash
[Chorus: Shannon & Leon Hlabathi]
Gimme that pop, pop, pop
Ain't no nigga wack with a bang
Never get close with the whack I'm like "Too wack, no stan"
With the red tape stop, Tryna get a way to the top
I'm back on this shit with a bang, I'm back on this shit with a bang
[Verse 1: Shannon]
Your shit is too lame, I did a survey
That's why all these niggas are getting no plays
You sounding the same I don't have a doubt that you niggas
Gonna fail
You ain't got the balls to handle all the pain
Wish you take a fall 'cause you low on a pace
I'm hot on these niggas, I'm glowing a flame
Your figures are low you can't battle the main
You blaming your fans you can't take all the blame
Got to make a song and kill a nigga with the boom
Shawty got the balls, I'm picking niggas in my hood
They ain't got no fans, all these niggas are boring, boring
(like hey)
What do you know about me, what do you know about a mill
What you know about my team?
Take it all to the bin
You no star, you the beam
Wanna fuck with the kid, gotta fly to the peak
Take a fall, take a chill
They sounding so fun and they ain't got no fans
They ain't got no plans, they fuck with the Gang
These niggas are whack, they making a crap
Think I'm making trap? I'm getting them mad
Been in this shit for a day I think
I'm all in my feelings, I'm being real
They rapping like they on a sleeping pill
I wish they can wake up and see this shit
[Chorus: Shannon & Leon Hlabathi]
Gimme that pop, pop, pop
Ain't no nigga wack with a bang
Never get close with the whack I'm like "Too wack, no stan"
With the red tape stop
Tryna get a way to the top
I'm back on this shit with a bang
I'm back on this shit with a bang
[Verse 2: Leon Hlabathi]
Yeah I'm back on my ish, oh man
Tryna get to the top with the gang
Do you know what i do at the back?
Tryna make a plan with no rats at the back
Don't lie, don't trip, you wack
I'm sorry, man, that's facts
I heard you complain to your bitches while I'm making tracks
Watchu know about me with the shit that i do everyday?
Yeah, my nigga you crazy
I got bats in the back with a tat on my lap like a stan
Yeah you know where you at ay
I don't really like niggas like you, telling fans that you dope but
You not, so be gone ay
They do what I do, so you don't
They do what I do, so you won't
Pull up with me then tell your niggas that I'm the shit
You prolly on your last verse thinking 'bout them beats
I swear these niggas gotta sit down and just make some hits
They prolly won't cause all they do is just make me sleep, ay
[Chorus: Shannon & Leon Hlabathi]
Gimme that pop, pop, pop
Ain't no nigga whack with a bang
Never get close with the wack I'm like "Too wack, no stan"
With the red tape stop
Tryna get a way to the top
I'm back on this shit with a bang
I'm back on this shit with a bang
You not invited man, So why the hell you here?
You busy lying to these people while you ride my back
Why you in my set, are you making plans?
I gotta get the bag, get the money, get the cash
[Chorus: Shannon & Leon Hlabathi]
Gimme that pop, pop, pop
Ain't no nigga wack with a bang
Never get close with the whack I'm like "Too wack, no stan"
With the red tape stop, Tryna get a way to the top
I'm back on this shit with a bang, I'm back on this shit with a bang
[Verse 1: Shannon]
Your shit is too lame, I did a survey
That's why all these niggas are getting no plays
You sounding the same I don't have a doubt that you niggas
Gonna fail
You ain't got the balls to handle all the pain
Wish you take a fall 'cause you low on a pace
I'm hot on these niggas, I'm glowing a flame
Your figures are low you can't battle the main
You blaming your fans you can't take all the blame
Got to make a song and kill a nigga with the boom
Shawty got the balls, I'm picking niggas in my hood
They ain't got no fans, all these niggas are boring, boring
(like hey)
What do you know about me, what do you know about a mill
What you know about my team?
Take it all to the bin
You no star, you the beam
Wanna fuck with the kid, gotta fly to the peak
Take a fall, take a chill
They sounding so fun and they ain't got no fans
They ain't got no plans, they fuck with the Gang
These niggas are whack, they making a crap
Think I'm making trap? I'm getting them mad
Been in this shit for a day I think
I'm all in my feelings, I'm being real
They rapping like they on a sleeping pill
I wish they can wake up and see this shit
[Chorus: Shannon & Leon Hlabathi]
Gimme that pop, pop, pop
Ain't no nigga wack with a bang
Never get close with the whack I'm like "Too wack, no stan"
With the red tape stop
Tryna get a way to the top
I'm back on this shit with a bang
I'm back on this shit with a bang
[Verse 2: Leon Hlabathi]
Yeah I'm back on my ish, oh man
Tryna get to the top with the gang
Do you know what i do at the back?
Tryna make a plan with no rats at the back
Don't lie, don't trip, you wack
I'm sorry, man, that's facts
I heard you complain to your bitches while I'm making tracks
Watchu know about me with the shit that i do everyday?
Yeah, my nigga you crazy
I got bats in the back with a tat on my lap like a stan
Yeah you know where you at ay
I don't really like niggas like you, telling fans that you dope but
You not, so be gone ay
They do what I do, so you don't
They do what I do, so you won't
Pull up with me then tell your niggas that I'm the shit
You prolly on your last verse thinking 'bout them beats
I swear these niggas gotta sit down and just make some hits
They prolly won't cause all they do is just make me sleep, ay
[Chorus: Shannon & Leon Hlabathi]
Gimme that pop, pop, pop
Ain't no nigga whack with a bang
Never get close with the wack I'm like "Too wack, no stan"
With the red tape stop
Tryna get a way to the top
I'm back on this shit with a bang
I'm back on this shit with a bang