[Intro: Zino]
(Rah, that's RJ On The Track)
Mhm-mhm-mhm
Mhm-mhm-mhm
(Thank you, Ralph)
These niggas
Mhm-mhm-mhm
Mhm-mhm-mhm
[Chorus: Zino]
Lil jigga, I'm a go-getter
I hit the trap, and my mumma said I should know better
Through the storm, I really been through the cold weather
My niggas on the wing, so, I just wrote a letter (Oh, Lord)
I'm treating money like it's tissue, so, I'd be lying if I ever said I missed you
We all make our mistakes, I guess I did too (Yeah)
Bro just hit the belly off a big move, man, that's a big coupe
[Verse 1: Zino]
I'm a little go-getter, little nigga, why you wreckin'?
Ad, this block is kinda hot, Walalo's rollin' with his weapon (Yeah)
And, they'rе sayin' that I'm famous
This talent come with a blessin', this blеssin' come with the stressin', my niggas step with a Weston
I'm so cold, so froze, so freezin'
Lately, this money is fuckin' with my feelings
Voice of the streets, I'm the voice of the trenches
No regrets, don't need no redemption
I told my broski, "It's our time, we got to fuck it up"
I'm pourin' Henny and Codeine inside my double cup
And, if you catch that nigga lackin', broski, let it go
I told Walalo, "Run it up," this ain't a movie, this a episode
Never had that feelin' that you're stuck up on the block
Really shootin' for the moon and really aimin' for the top
Wavy, I'm a stalker, I ain't never gonna stop
And, I'll never love a ho
[Chorus: Zino]
Lil jigga, I'm a go-getter
I hit the trap, and my mumma said I should know better
Through the storm, I really been through the cold weather
My niggas on the wing, so, I just wrote a letter
I'm treating money like it's tissue, so, I'd be lying if I ever said I missed you
We all make our mistakes, I guess I did too (Yeah)
Bro just hit the belly off a big move, man, that's a big coupe
[Verse 2: Lil Macks]
We outside dodgin' five-oh
Rambo grippin' with a Moncler wearin' nice coat
And, they give everyone their flowers, where did mine go?
And, if he isn't sober, then he might fold
We go-getters rollin' with some drillers, go get him
And, if he get a nigga done, he get his own kettle
Cold, cold, it was hot and cold, cold, now it's not
These labels scary, would've had a half a mill' if I had known better
Way back when Macks and B was takin' risks
He linked up with Headie One, we said, "We're makin' it"
When he spent racks on True Religion just to take the piss
He comin' home, I got a million views, believe me, there's no fakin' this
Hit C Block with a Lamborghini
And, now, I be feelin' like the streets don't need me
I know it's dumb to think dunnings are anonymous
You gettin' smoked if I'm hearin' that you fucked with us
[Verse 3: Zino]
Go-Getter, man, I really put my all in
Pull up with semis or a mag', I install them
This yout' stay hittin' up my phone, they keep on callin' me
I was in the field before I started ballin'
I be stuck in the trenches, my block toxic
These niggas talk like they for me, but, they the opposite
And, when I look in the mirror, I see a psycho
I fell in love with the block, and, mama, it ain't my fault
And, you ain't ridin' for your bro, so what you ridin' for?
And, you can't buy your mother shit, so, what you slidin' for?
Walalo let it breathe, la-la-la-la-la
You ain't really in the streets, na-na-na-na-na
I told broski, "Go get 'em, go let it tap"
OTG in the G with Lil Macks
Ain't gotta stretch, know Walalo got my back
We goin' global, baby, really, I'm the map
And, yeah, we takin' over ends, let's see us clean up
And, that's my rider, but, I call her Aquafina
And, if she see me with my shorty, I'ma let her know I seen her
It's cold, so, I be rollin' with my heater
[Chorus: Zino]
Lil jigga, I'm a go-getter
I hit the trap, and my mumma said I should know better
Through the storm, I really been through the cold weather
My niggas on the wing, so, I just wrote a letter
I'm treating money like it's tissue, so, I'd be lying if I ever said I missed you
We all make our mistakes, I guess I did too (Yeah)
Bro just hit the belly off a big move, man, that's a big coupe
