Get It In by Soulja Boy Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
This motherfucker sour grape, nigga
Heh, yeah
SODMG, nigga
Pops On Da Beat
[Verse 1]
Ayy, and I'm just hoppin' out, lookin' fresh
Smokin' kushy to the chest, know my niggas be the best
Ayy, and youse niggas lookin' like some strangers
Nine millimeter, that mean you in danger
Pullin' up, everybody's starin' at her
Paparazzi's flarin' at me, everybody's starin' at me
Yellow diamonds on my neck, lookin' like a fuckin' lick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, bitch, take your pic (Uh huh)
[Chorus]
Ayy, any girls lookin' at me
They already know that I'm ridin' with some real niggas
Ayy, and they starin' at me and they lookin' at the kid
And they know I get it in, yeah, I get it in
I get it in, yeah, I get it in
Get it in, yeah, I get it in
Get it in, yeah, I get it in
Get it in, yeah
[Verse 2]
Louis this, Louis that, bitch, I'm high as fuck
Gucci this, Gucci that, bitch, I'm high as fuck
Flyer than a bitch, fresher than a ho
Just smoked off a whole pound of dro
Kushed up, I got kush in my lungs
Young Dre, and you know we gettin' funds
Fuck that, dog, I'ma tell you how we live
Fuck y'all, dog, bring the bitches to my crib
Yellow bone everywhere, and she's chocolate
Smokin' on that kush, sour tropic
Yellow candy paint, I'ma real young ass nigga
Get it in
[Chorus]
(Work) I get it in
(Work) I said I get it in
Heheheh, I get it in
(Soulja) I said I get it in
[Verse 3]
Coulda put the hook in, but I felt like jabbin'
Young Dre, AKA Soulja Boy Stab 'Em
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, 'bout the millions and the mansions
Tell 'em 'bout the OG kush in the Hamptons
Five star hotel suite, like what's happenin'?
Damn, bought a brand new date for the captain
Makin' it happen, me and my team
And I'm iced out, no Supreme
Red beam, no Glocks
We ain't talkin' guns, heart stops
Young Dre, filled wit' plugs
You wanna get high, I got all the drugs
And we takin' it to the city
Welcome to my city, I get CÎROC like Diddy
Catch me in the city spendin' fifty in the club
VIP, and we got all the girls goin' up
Never goin' down, we ain't worried 'bout it
Kush by the jar, we can smoke about any 'otic
Anybody, anybody, see a bottle
Soulja Tell 'Em, I'm the one, see about me
And I mixed Xan wit' the lean
I put triple beam, dreams and a million in a thing
Nothin' but a dream, sellin' tours, couple minks
.40 on a clip, that's a new murder scene
Yeah
This motherfucker sour grape, nigga
Heh, yeah
SODMG, nigga
Pops On Da Beat
[Verse 1]
Ayy, and I'm just hoppin' out, lookin' fresh
Smokin' kushy to the chest, know my niggas be the best
Ayy, and youse niggas lookin' like some strangers
Nine millimeter, that mean you in danger
Pullin' up, everybody's starin' at her
Paparazzi's flarin' at me, everybody's starin' at me
Yellow diamonds on my neck, lookin' like a fuckin' lick
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, bitch, take your pic (Uh huh)
[Chorus]
Ayy, any girls lookin' at me
They already know that I'm ridin' with some real niggas
Ayy, and they starin' at me and they lookin' at the kid
And they know I get it in, yeah, I get it in
I get it in, yeah, I get it in
Get it in, yeah, I get it in
Get it in, yeah, I get it in
Get it in, yeah
[Verse 2]
Louis this, Louis that, bitch, I'm high as fuck
Gucci this, Gucci that, bitch, I'm high as fuck
Flyer than a bitch, fresher than a ho
Just smoked off a whole pound of dro
Kushed up, I got kush in my lungs
Young Dre, and you know we gettin' funds
Fuck that, dog, I'ma tell you how we live
Fuck y'all, dog, bring the bitches to my crib
Yellow bone everywhere, and she's chocolate
Smokin' on that kush, sour tropic
Yellow candy paint, I'ma real young ass nigga
Get it in
[Chorus]
(Work) I get it in
(Work) I said I get it in
Heheheh, I get it in
(Soulja) I said I get it in
[Verse 3]
Coulda put the hook in, but I felt like jabbin'
Young Dre, AKA Soulja Boy Stab 'Em
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, 'bout the millions and the mansions
Tell 'em 'bout the OG kush in the Hamptons
Five star hotel suite, like what's happenin'?
Damn, bought a brand new date for the captain
Makin' it happen, me and my team
And I'm iced out, no Supreme
Red beam, no Glocks
We ain't talkin' guns, heart stops
Young Dre, filled wit' plugs
You wanna get high, I got all the drugs
And we takin' it to the city
Welcome to my city, I get CÎROC like Diddy
Catch me in the city spendin' fifty in the club
VIP, and we got all the girls goin' up
Never goin' down, we ain't worried 'bout it
Kush by the jar, we can smoke about any 'otic
Anybody, anybody, see a bottle
Soulja Tell 'Em, I'm the one, see about me
And I mixed Xan wit' the lean
I put triple beam, dreams and a million in a thing
Nothin' but a dream, sellin' tours, couple minks
.40 on a clip, that's a new murder scene