A1 Beanz - I Had to Get'M Lyrics

I had to get him
My fingers they got to itching
I'm on the paper like pencils
Quit flinching or I'm a clip him
I had to get him
He flexing without a weapon
I'm stomping with all the steppers
That sucker shit ain't respected

Look I had to get him, he asked for this one
Brrr hah stick him, another victim of a stick-up
Pro club hoodie, I'm probably packing pistol
Gotta rob a nigga later, won't need a mask for this one
I really ought to get me a job and stick to it
But I'm in love with fast cash and rap music
I fucked my money up, the stash I ran through it
Need my trap back booming so back to bag moving
With goons I move fluid, I clap he act stupid,
Might intimidate the witness in court he act clueless
Like I don't know who did it judge, I ain't see a thing
But he just know if he tell it then my posse bringing him pain
I ain't nothing like you new rap niggas you understand
I turned a quarter ounce of powder to several grand
Ayy this a flip phone don't ever hit me on the gram
I sell them two for a hundred, you can get it on demand
And when the trap slow up, the gat show up
Hand it over and do it slowly before your hat blow up
Ayy we was all getting cheddar until the rats showed up
And everybody say they gangsta till the stats show up
My nigga please, you can miss me like strike three
I'm high key the brightest mind since lime green
A polished pen homie you don't hear these rhyme schemes
I ain't fitting in with wack rappers yeah that's a tight squeeze
It's crazy thinking people sleeping on my genius
But once I got it popping they was hopping on my
I'm with G's that'll squeeze on the creep like jeepers,
I bring the whole pie to your door for cheese pizza
Need it all, brand new socks and draws
If I go broke I'm going back to hitting flocks and all
Seen him looking like a lick so I completed the job
And prior to me selling dope shit I professionally robbed
I gotta get him

I had to get him
My fingers they got to itching
I'm on the paper like pencils
Quit flinching or I'm a clip him
I had to get him
He flexing without a weapon
I'm stomping with all the steppers
That sucker shit ain't respected
I had to get him
My fingers they got to itching
I'm on the paper like pencils
Quit flinching or I'm a clip him
I had to get him
He flexing without a weapon
I'm stomping with all the steppers
That sucker shit ain't respected