Got It Together - Yung Mal

That ass on her had to come from her mama, yeah

Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I turn shit to sugar, 20K for the booking

10K for the bodies, killer fly way from Brooklyn

I was in the streets, mama couldn’t even whoop me

Daddy told me he wasn’t raising no pussy

My son was rich 'fore he even came out the pussy

Step on your block if that button get pushed

I smoke exotic, don’t pass me no kush

She talkin' crazy, bitch, you need to hush

Pack touch down, shit fill up a bus

12 at the door, too much to flush

Go get the money, yeah, that’s a must

I keep it real, bitch, I’m one thousand plus

And I been thuggin', nobody touch me

Reach for my chain, get shot in your nugget

Lam' truck yellow, no mustard

Came from a hood full of hustlers

You from a hood full of busters

I make that bitch drive that dope to Augusta

No, I don’t trust her

The bitch know better

No, I don’t play when that shit 'bout that cheddar

Took me some time, but I got it together

I turn shit to sugar, 20K for the booking

10K for the bodies, killer fly way from Brooklyn

I was in the streets, mama couldn’t even whoop me

Daddy told me he wasn’t raising no pussy

My son was rich 'fore he even came out the pussy

Step on your block if that button get pushed

I smoke exotic, don’t pass me no kush

She talkin' crazy, bitch, you need to hush

Pack touch down, shit fill up a bus

12 at the door, too much to flush

Go get the money, yeah, that’s a must

I keep it real, bitch, I’m one thousand plus

Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Off-White hoodie

Frostbite wrist like a slushy

Smokin' on dank, boy, this shit so musty

Got the streets hot like I jumped out the oven

Nothin' but some hundreds, blueberry muffins

No Nick Cannon, stay with them drummers

That ass on her had to come from her mama

Bank account full of fetty, got commas on commas

I’m the bossman, got runners on runners