[Intro: Euro Gotit]
Yeah, sh*t
I done done so much for the streets that, sh*t (Authentic or nothin')
I really had to start lookin' at myself and start doin' for me, so (Ayy, yo, Ran, turn that up)
[Chorus: Euro Gotit]
Six bales, I got 'em for retail
I got a bad b*tch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah
Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer
If that ni**a touchin' the dope
He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh
I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup
Anytime my b*tch get down, tell her shop 'cause I'm up
I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts
If she done with me, Buddha, ain't no lie, I'm gon' re-up
[Verse 1: Euro Gotit]
Made a hundred K off one song, I done did so much
I made a hundred K off one phone, I ain't talkin' clothes, off white though
I tell you no lie, I got the streets for real (Yeah, for real)
And as long as I'm out, my ni**as gon' eat for real, hey
Get jugged on the move, don't call back
Don't like how I move, fall back
I can't fu*k with a b*tch 'less she all that
Never gave her the name when she call that
Let her play with them racks, Serena
Disappear on that cat, Sabrina
I ball on these ni**as, arena
Serve a ni**a a pack, subpoena, yeah
Stayed down, goin' all the way
Stacked my pennies and took the harder way
Watch your move, that's all I say
He just got out, but he call today
[Chorus: Euro Gotit]
Six bales, I got 'em for retail
I got a bad b*tch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah
Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer
If that ni**a touchin' the dope
He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh
I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup
Anytime my b*tch get down, tell her shop 'cause I'm up
I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts
If she done with me, Buddha, ain't no lie, I'm gon' re-up
[Verse 2: Yella Beezy]
I got fishscale, hey, I move my wrist well
Don't drop no salt up on no ni**a, I'm a big player
Cuzzo callin' on my phone, they ordered six bales
fu*k on a groupie just like Lucci, tell her wish me well
Got them bricks tucked in the V12, I think I broke 'bout three scales
Used to have that bang up in my trunk, b*tch, I got three twelves
Don't like no loud b*tches, told her keep it on the DL
You wanna be my b*tch, then play your part, lil' ho, just be still
She say she done with me
Stop playin', b*tch, come have fun with me
The streets, they honor me
Tryna fu*k, you gotta come discree, ayy
When I run the streets
Lil' b*tch, I keep that gun on me
Yeah, that drum on me
Every time my son with me, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Euro Gotit]
Six bales, I got 'em for retail
I got a bad b*tch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah
Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer
If that ni**a touchin' the dope
He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh
I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup
Anytime my b*tch get down, tell her shop 'cause I'm up
I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts
If she done with me, Buddha, ain't no lie, I'm gon' re-up
[Verse 3: Euro Gotit]
Six digits put in her account
Bought her Birkin and she need a big amount
Trickin' who? Nah, she deserve it
I get head in traffic while a ni**a swervin'
sh*t all cap 'til you show it
I feel like I'm the realest ni**a doin' it
I'm big up, any ni**a know it
Tryna keep up, ni**a, don't blow it
Got them racks and put that jet up in the hangar
Had a threesome with some model and a singer (Yeah, yeah)
She a lil' freak, he tryna marry her, I ain't tryna change her
She gon' answer to "freak b*tch," bool, whatever I name her
You gotta stay solid, ni**a, don't you ever change up
I done shed tears thinkin' 'bout the way that I done came up
I just wanted the bag, so how I became famous?
The system tried to fail a ni**a, you can't blame us
[Chorus: Euro Gotit]
Six bales, I got 'em for retail
I got a bad b*tch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah
Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer
If that ni**a touchin' the dope
He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh
I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup
Anytime my b*tch get down, tell her shop 'cause I'm up
I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts
If she done with me, Buddha, ain't no lie, I'm gon' re-up