I GOT THAT

Man, fuck Russell Peters

That fool got one leg talkin' 'bout he about to run it up

Your mama got lace front pussy hair, but we've all seen this before

I got some shit, man

I got that shit, y'all

I got that shit, y'all, I got that shit, y'all

I got that shit, y'all

I got that shit, y'all

I got that shit, y'all

When I die want a pyramid off the 105

So you can see it next to LAX when you drive by

Big LED screens to light up the sky

And my mind converted to AI

So my great-grandkids can talk to BaBa with Wi-Fi

And ask why Ras slicker than KY

I got sleep apnea, why you sleeping on me?

I got a chip on my shoulder and a fucking bad knee

I got that, ugh!

That funky, that wet hair, honky, that dog in me

I ball hard 'til God give me my shot

My spot's finna boss up

Ain't just flunky, y'all in the mirror like Monkey

See Monkey Do and it do look wonky

I got that drug mule donkey

Even my half-ass shit is crack, no gas, I hit them tracks like junkie

So if you need that, I got that, homie

We drop that shit, you cop that shit

See us real time, no, we got that shit

According to the blood test, they say it's in my DNA

The cryolab said they'd even pay

I got two Os of gelato, I got flow cold in Chicago

Six-feet-four, I stand on business

Bet y'all crash the whip off this shit, really, y'all?

I got that shit, y'all

I got that shit, y'all, I got that shit, y'all

I got that shit, y'all (I got it)

I got that shit, y'all, I got that shit, y'all (yeah, yeah)

I got a whole lot to say, not a whole lot of time

I travel on the path with the tribe, check the rhyme

I display shime like a jewelry store

That's what the groupies saw, I keep smoke like a humidor

Pay attention to the speaker with the keynote

I got about an hour, then I gotta see the P.O

Hit me on speed-dial, I got what you need

The real hip-hop, block work for the fiends

Save, save, what you got for your badass cousin?

Remember me? Uncle Sam's son

Boy, I'm leaving here with something

Of yours, 'cause there's something on my mind

All these nigga out of pocket, make the wallet hard to find

For the "whoop whoop " criminal

Bars make the microphone fiend take chemicals

Streaming through the ventricles

I got love for the game, got the heart to match

I got the world in my palm, yeah, I got it like that

My feature verse, murder for hire, I'm Lil Durk

Only time I'm really spiritual is pouring a Port

Almost moved to Puerto Rico, popping a cork

Proposed to by a princess, but Papa a jerk

'Cause my pullout game is nice, cockblocking the stork

More committed to work, devastated, her feelings was hurt

I got trust issues, got a lust demon

Rappers I must diss you, but I got no reason

I got that shit, y'all

I got that shit, y'all, I got that shit, y'all

I got that shit, y'all (I got it)

I got that shit, y'all, I got that shit, y'all