L-Tido - Get it Right Remix lyrics

Now we gon' do a remix for this one Yo Maggz I want you to pop it off Morale I want nothing but cancer from you homie Yo Tido 8 foot 8 foot 8 foot 8 foot And I'mo bring it homr aaight Teepee you hold the door I don't wanna see nobody comin in If we gonna do this we do it right So we get it we get it right [Teepee –Hook] Homeboy I don't get it You acting like you don't know We the real McCoy I don't get it But here's what I know Get it right homeboy… get it right homeboy Get it right… get it right homeboy Get it right homeboy… [Maggz] ‘Kay sure wadup daddy Ain't nothing changed but the bucks we carry And that's for sure we roll up Ferdie's And what we call jumps y'all kcuf and marry Homeboy… I just don't get it How you gon' play the game with no credits How you gon' change the game with no merits You better just stay in your lane slow traffic You no maverick and the cold fact is Your boy wiz deeper low caskets You so average need more practice That's why you can't wear me out I'm no fabric [Hook] [Morale] You heard my flow My sh**'s gon' pop like condoms on ho's I'm famous with the flows Sleep with the girls I don't get to know Your girl give me head start … Felacio Only time you touch keys… Casio n***as taking shots on… cameo I fertelize your girl's embryo For you to take my place The … the… the number one ace [Hook] [L-Tido] Yo page I got you boy boy Yeah … get it right… L-Tido … Le'go You know what it is the best in the street yet n***a we rolling and you folding like beach chairs You song is on the charts we never see ‘em there I guess your tracks ain't well done … medium raw b**hes say I'm appealing and the buzz is dope So labels trying to get the star signed no horoscope But they try to change me I tell them die slow The only time I sell out is at my life shows These other n***as back stabbers and cobras So keep my head over my shoulder like chauffers Tido the best out there ain't no other Yeah I said it did I s..s…stutter [Hook] [Sean Pages] Need I remind you we run this sh** The whole competition cook cook and eat sh** No heat missing homeboy we get it lead What's your phone number two's on the time to run sh** Made bread the fam is all fed No O.G. mack but the Code Red So if they feeling all jumpy they can go ahead But I'm letting sh** slide like a broken slay I pioneered beats of the decades Now listen here I'm getting G's like a bad grade Rappers are young when we breed it's stagmate Tale of two cities 4 brothers we all hey… [Hook] Oh you thought we done We back s**ers! The movement