Go N Get It Lil Berete (Ft. Loski)

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Lil Berete]
I had to go and get it (I had to go)
Money and clothes drippin' (Money and clothes)
I roll with real dope dealers (I roll with real dope dealers)
And I got cold hitters, ayy (And I got cold hitters)
Hit up my bro and get it (Hit up my bro)
And she a gold digger, yeah (And she a gold digger)
I took her home and hit it (I took her home)
I don’t smoke no midgets, yeah
Money and clothes, I'm drippin', yeah (Money and clothes)
And she a ho hitter (Ho hitter)
It took long minutes, yeah (It took long minutes)
I’ma say this one time
I count hundreds, I count digits every time (Every time)
And I got groupies, I got thotties on my line (They on my line)
Had to keep a stick and roll with gang, that's every time (Yeah)
Had to stay down low 'til the sun go down and we gon' slide

[Verse 1: Loski]
How them niggas take my broski? (Broski)
Next opp we catch, I bet they go sleep (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pull up on us, we'll see (Yeah)
Just bought a new Beretta for the team (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, and I got a Lil Berete with me (Yeah)
R.I.P SA, my G (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh yeah (Ooh yeah)
Last week we went 'round with three waps up
Booyah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Won't stop 'til all of dem turn to dust
And we got all of these feds on us (Feds on us)
’Cause they know what we do (Yeah)
Run through all these bands and it’s true (Yeah)
Used to go kway-kway with my goons (Kway-kway with my goons)
All of my Barbies, dem pretty and bad (Yeah)
Fuck on your ho and I know that you mad (Yeah)
Pull up in foreigns, my pagans, dem brass (Yeah)
How you so cocky and you ain't got cash? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I buy the shit that you wish that you had (Yeah)
Flex in designer, I don’t care 'bout the tag (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)