Leo Mercer - Get Yours Lyrics

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay okay okay
Okay, okay
Grab these chickens by the toe like eenie minnie miney mo
Working w that white that'll have you sitting in Guantanamo
Look up at my Rollie that my Fit-bit aye it's time to go
High as hell before I jump make sure I say Geronimo
All my niggahs ball like curry
Vest on with the 30
Here I come you better hurry
Hit ya fast and leave you buried
I can do it like designer or future whatever, matter fact I do it better
Loading up my Beretta, ready for war and ready for vendetta
Best you w yo own leg, Quan Chi
And you missing that hue like hi-C
I'll take yo ass shopping like Hyvee
Show yo ass how to buy "my type beat"
Turn one into 2 like Siamese
Clean, I can never keep a white tee
All my Niggahs from the town, grimy
Swear ya boy Mistah Fab need to sign me
I like to work but I do no my like wearing uniforms
I be in Denver with my niggahs rockin that blue and orange
That's the difference we some Broncos y'all some unicorns
If we try to move you we will not try to toot a horn
You think, you won't, get yours
When you see me, get ready, you bouta, get yours
Don't believe me, on my BG, you go get yours
If I'm hungry, or eating, you go, get yours
You go, get yours (I said)
You go, get yours (I said)
You go get yours (I said)
You go, get yours (I said)
When I run, touchdown, when I shoot, I score
When I kick, the goal, put points on the board
Fuckin' round, have yo boys put in the ground
I don't have to lift a finger, get to barking that's my hounds
Call me Leo call me royalty, I think I'm missing my crown
If you got it please give it back and put it back where you found..it
I know you liking this sound trick, load it up in a sound bit
Pay to play it's high quality and you like the way that it sound, bih
I plead the fifth I ain't snitching, also I ain't sneak dissing
But I can be on yo hit list, if yo speakers fit
Hold up let me speak a bit, give you some more reasoning
Sprinkle all this juice in yo head just like some seasoning
Caught ya boy in NYC, Look up at the scenery
Rocking solo dolo, wit no bro bros standing here by me
I be from that west coast, where they throw them elbows
Trying to make a living getting money spitting sticking to it like velcro
I look at beginnings I look at the ending I don't see the difference let's go
Imma keep it moving I don't need insurance I ain't looking for no gecko
You think, you won't, get yours
When you see me, get ready, you bouta, get yours
Don't believe me, on my BG, you go get yours
If I'm hungry, or eating, you go, get yours
You go, get yours (I said)
You go, get yours (I said)
You go get yours (I said)
You go, get yours (I said)
When I run, touchdown, when I shoot, I score
When I kick, the goal, put points on the board
You can't find me at no PetCo.
You can find me in the jungle in the sunset tho
Getting to that money like I'm racing, Ready set go
And Leo finna get to A to Z like a jet tho
Call me Birdman all I want I some respect tho
If you can't give that to me then I gotta let go
Get ghost on yo ass, yeah my breath cold
I ain't never had a problem going back to death stroke
I be all up in the jeep with my brothers we all inside
Laps for the ladies and babies who wanna ride
And everybody else we just go have to improvise
Positive or negative we all go have a vibe
Just roll wit it
Karma is a bitch and she can be so unforgiving
Even when you humble bruh she back seat driven
They can be trying to help you you won't even tell the difference
Just keep living
Cause, you go get yours
I'm all, bout peace, but I'm down, to war
I don't, play fair, I evens, the score
Just call me, vegeta, you bouta, get yours

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay okay okay
Okay, okay
Grab these chickens by the toe like eenie minnie miney mo
Working w that white that'll have you sitting in Guantanamo
Look up at my Rollie that my Fit-bit aye it's time to go
High as hell before I jump make sure I say Geronimo
All my niggahs ball like curry
Vest on with the 30
Here I come you better hurry
Hit ya fast and leave you buried
I can do it like designer or future whatever, matter fact I do it better
Loading up my Beretta, ready for war and ready for vendetta
Best you w yo own leg, Quan Chi
And you missing that hue like hi-C
I'll take yo ass shopping like Hyvee
Show yo ass how to buy "my type beat"
Turn one into 2 like Siamese
Clean, I can never keep a white tee
All my Niggahs from the town, grimy
Swear ya boy Mistah Fab need to sign me
I like to work but I do no my like wearing uniforms
I be in Denver with my niggahs rockin that blue and orange
That's the difference we some Broncos y'all some unicorns
If we try to move you we will not try to toot a horn
You think, you won't, get yours
When you see me, get ready, you bouta, get yours
Don't believe me, on my BG, you go get yours
If I'm hungry, or eating, you go, get yours
You go, get yours (I said)
You go, get yours (I said)
You go get yours (I said)
You go, get yours (I said)
When I run, touchdown, when I shoot, I score
When I kick, the goal, put points on the board
Fuckin' round, have yo boys put in the ground
I don't have to lift a finger, get to barking that's my hounds
Call me Leo call me royalty, I think I'm missing my crown
If you got it please give it back and put it back where you found..it
I know you liking this sound trick, load it up in a sound bit
Pay to play it's high quality and you like the way that it sound, bih
I plead the fifth I ain't snitching, also I ain't sneak dissing
But I can be on yo hit list, if yo speakers fit
Hold up let me speak a bit, give you some more reasoning
Sprinkle all this juice in yo head just like some seasoning
Caught ya boy in NYC, Look up at the scenery
Rocking solo dolo, wit no bro bros standing here by me
I be from that west coast, where they throw them elbows
Trying to make a living getting money spitting sticking to it like velcro
I look at beginnings I look at the ending I don't see the difference let's go
Imma keep it moving I don't need insurance I ain't looking for no gecko
You think, you won't, get yours
When you see me, get ready, you bouta, get yours
Don't believe me, on my BG, you go get yours
If I'm hungry, or eating, you go, get yours
You go, get yours (I said)
You go, get yours (I said)
You go get yours (I said)
You go, get yours (I said)
When I run, touchdown, when I shoot, I score
When I kick, the goal, put points on the board
You can't find me at no PetCo.
You can find me in the jungle in the sunset tho
Getting to that money like I'm racing, Ready set go
And Leo finna get to A to Z like a jet tho
Call me Birdman all I want I some respect tho
If you can't give that to me then I gotta let go
Get ghost on yo ass, yeah my breath cold
I ain't never had a problem going back to death stroke
I be all up in the jeep with my brothers we all inside
Laps for the ladies and babies who wanna ride
And everybody else we just go have to improvise
Positive or negative we all go have a vibe
Just roll wit it
Karma is a bitch and she can be so unforgiving
Even when you humble bruh she back seat driven
They can be trying to help you you won't even tell the difference
Just keep living
Cause, you go get yours
I'm all, bout peace, but I'm down, to war
I don't, play fair, I evens, the score
Just call me, vegeta, you bouta, get yours