We Got Tricked B.o.B & Scotty ATL

[Hook: Scotty ATL]

Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker, we gone
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker, we gone
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker, we gone
Get wit' it, get wit' it
Get wit' it motherfucker

[Verse 1: Scotty ATL]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
40 acres and a mule, we got tricked
I been blunted to my jaws and I'm sick
I might pull up to the light, steal your bitch
I ain't got no 401k, God dammit I'm rich
Yeah
(Till I get it)
Came back with the good foot, came back with it
Still twisting on the good wood
(Till I get it)
Nigga be flexing 'bout the past, know you grew up in good hood
(Hold up)
Bitch is like a finger roll, getting bread like a dinner roll
I ain't even tryna fuck the bitch if she ain't a centerfold
Check it out, we look good together, don't we?
Yo man be drinking mad
Oh he had to let it go, Lakeshia Cole [?]
They gotta go, uh, to the studio
She lick my nuts and my booty ho
I don't know if that was by mistake or not
Moment there, raise a thought, clear
Uh, to the beat bitch
New [?] take a seat, bitch
I rolled the fire, smoked the fire
You joke a lot, funky five
But I coach or die, that's the sad part
You can have anything that you ask for
Regular speed, living in fast forward
You dabbed, old nigga
What is there to care for?