Akz – Do You Get It Lyrics

Akz – Do You Get It Lyrics

(Ayo, Sixty)
(Tanz, why you drip so hard?)
Yo, listen

Love a ho’ that don’t ask for a Uber
I still get an Uber
Feds can’t find the shooter
Phone up bro, I need some bells for this Ruger
Bitch on when I’m stubborn like she finds it cuter
When I copped some ice, I bet she’s gonna find it cuter
If you see me with my gloves on, you know I’m a shooter
Bitch talkin’ bare shit, I ain’t even gonna meet her
‘Cause I find it cuter
‘Cause I find it cuter

With the gang right now, do you get it?
Don’t go on no dates ‘cah I’m bait, do you get it?
Some days, I don’t talk
I’m anti, don’t you get it?
Broski got it on him and I got it, don’t you get it?
Don’t you get I got war in these streets?
When I’m up in the booth, I got war with these beats
When I’m out on a glide, I got war with these neeks
Got a bitch up North, she don’t know about beef

Bad habits from bein’ in jail
Rather do my own hair then get it done by a girl
Got a snap, called bro ’cause I’m hotter than hell
Dapz told me, “Play it smart or you’re gonna see jail”
I love bein’ on the block, I love puttin’ in bells
Left secure unit and my name still rings bells
If I pull up where you chill, I’m gonna ring off these bells (Boy)
Can’t be bad for your mate, that’s what girls do to girls
Shorty thinks she got control over half my life, but she don’t know I got a gun on me half the time
We drill and stay hush, we don’t Snap’ half the crimes
Leave that to the nerds that get shot on the other side
About you rid on the Farm, that’s another lie
About you jumped in a dinger, that’s another lie
Them man are babies in this ting, they need some lullabies
Just come off a glide, now, I need another alibi

With the gang right now, do you get it?
Don’t go on no dates ‘cah I’m bait, do you get it?
Some days, I don’t talk
I’m anti, don’t you get it?
Broski got it on him and I got it, don’t you get it?
Don’t you get I got war in these streets?
When I’m up in the booth, I got war with these beats
When I’m out on a glide, I got war with these neeks
Got a bitch up North, she don’t know about beef

Yo, opps got the fans thinkin’ gang don’t drill (How?), but all of the opps, they all know what’s good (They know)
The car I’m rollin’ in is already tinted to the brim, but my instinct tellin’ me “Still put on man’s foot” (Put it up)
It’s maybe ’cause I’m hood
She heard I got a girl, but she still found a way to still give man a push
Try ride in the nizz in the night
Two nights later, suttin’ got run down and left in a **** (Haha)
Yo, we ridin’ and we slidin’
Don’t get tied in
These guys always find a way to do this online ting
We out in the field tryna really offline things
Got me in a dock, bro is here, so I’m mimin’
More time, I’m just calm, you won’t catch me on a hype ting
But when I’m on a hype ting, more time, you won’t like it
Their block’s popped down, but they’re still tryna fight it
Feds on the O and we’re still tryna fight them

With the gang right now, do you get it?
Don’t go on no dates ‘cah I’m bait, do you get it?
Some days, I don’t talk
I’m anti, don’t you get it?
Broski got it on him and I got it, don’t you get it?
Don’t you get I got war in these streets?
When I’m up in the booth, I got war with these beats
When I’m out on a glide, I got war with these neeks
Got a bitch up North, she don’t know about beef