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go getters - ralfy the plug, hbk jachi & playerrways lyrics

[intro: hbk jachi]
(i get my plug from the narcos, the mexicans)
i get my sh*t from hat
(ayy, turk, turn that sh*t up)

[chorus: hbk jachi]
livin’ life fast just like a h*llcat
every time we get our hands on ‘bows, we gon’ sell that
i’m with all go*getters, ain’t politic with no n*gga
told that b*tch, “you really love me”, let my bros hit her
poppin’, yeah, they know we lit, i could slide and hold the stick
[?] get a broken wrist, i know that i chose this sh*t
b*tch, you see it’s all dracs, i got the stincs with me (i know she see me)
n*ggas hatin’, probably why they tryna beef with me (n*ggas crazy)

[verse 1: ralfy the plug]
diamonds goin’ crazy, look like the tv trippin’
steak and lobster while you warmin’ up tv dinners
hittin’ on b*tches that look like kylie jenner
b*tch was goin’ crazy in my comments, so i had to pin her
every time i get the bag, i thank mr. whiskers
playin’ with my strips, get turned to a chicken dinner
i’m on her bumper, know the plug finna bend her
poured off the juice, the heater on me, checking temperature
you gon’ wake up every day thinkin’ ’bout a stimulus
when it come to gettin’ money, a lot of these n*ggas limited
i’m a boss, your baby daddy a middle man
we know the truth, b*tch, i got them big old bands, the plug
[chorus: hbk jachi & playerrways]
livin’ life fast just like a h*llcat (skrrt)
every time we get our hands on ‘bows, we gon’ sell that
i’m with all go*getters, ain’t politic with no n*gga (naw)
told that b*tch, “you really love me”, let my bros hit her
poppin’, yeah, they know we lit, i could slide and hold the stick
[?] get a broken wrist, i know that i chose this sh*t
b*tch, you see it’s all dracs, i got the stincs with me (i know she see me, alright)
n*ggas hatin’ (playerr), probably why they tryna beef with me (let me pop it, what i say? n*ggas crazy)

[verse 2: playerrways]
like how i stack up eighty thousand in a shoebox
it’s mike amiri denim, cost a bag, when i strip him, he sockless
i would bring out double r, but i wait ’til that slip
“why you sip so much, playerr?” b*tch, i’m addicted to tris’
ayy, ayy, pour that wocky up, i just patched for this pint
carti fully bust down, my lock even got a lil’ shine
and my shooters with me packin’ heat, we don’t play for miami
shoot your gun, stanley, ’cause my chop like a big*ass bambi
ghetto boyz took out the same ‘fit on, i’ve been in that trap
come and get your chili packs, ‘za packs, it cost a bag
i’m top tier, i mean benibachi, chef grizzley
baby, i’m a player, i’m gon’ have you cryin’ in that bentley, gang

[chorus: hbk jachi]
livin’ life fast just like a h*llcat
every time we get our hands on ‘bows, we gon’ sell that
i’m with all go*getters, ain’t politic with no n*gga
told that b*tch, “you really love me”, let my bros hit her
poppin’, yeah, they know we lit, i could slide and hold the stick
[?] get a broken wrist, i know that i chose this sh*t
b*tch, you see it’s all dracs, i got the stincs with me (i know she see)
n*ggas hatin’, probably why they tryna beef with me (n*ggas crazy)

- ralfy the plug hbk jachi playerrways lyrics

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