Get Mine (feat. Young Thug)

[Bryson Tiller]

Godzilla is still alive!

God!

Damn, a lot of niggas done changed on me

(Damn, they done changed on me)

Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben Frank on me

I don't know why niggas hate on me

I gotta move differently, I got a case on me

I got 'em hirin' private investigators on me

Sittin' right outside the crib tryna stake on me

Hol' up, wait on it

Mmm, that's a Porsche Cayman

Hol' up, watch me pull it out the horse stable

I remember when we couldn't afford cable

That's when I knew I had to put in more labor

Niggas tryna take me out my vibe, dawg

God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive, dawg

Still I'm on my way to the top, dawg

Shout out Punch, Isaiah Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg

Shit, we doin' not regular

Like Hendrix say, we don't do regular

I'm a beast, I'm a predator

I kill, I murk, I slay, etcetera, etcetera

I'll cop any gun and I kill for my daughter

I'll go Rambo for real for my daughter

2015 I made two mil' for my daughter

Now these pussy ass niggas tryna steal from my daughter

What the fuck?

Post 'Trapsoul' gettin' back to it

No, nigga, this ain't no trap music

Soul, rhythm, blues with a slap to it

Watch how young Pen Griffey put his bat to it

What is niggas on? Man, they trippin'

They want me to put 'em on, that's my mission

Niggas in a rush, niggas don't listen

I'm still tryna get mine, that's it and done

[Young Thug]

You was tryna get it, wasn't ya?

You was tryna run it through the ceilin', wasn't ya?

Blue hundreds in your pocket, lean in your kidney

Whenever I'm your master ain't no fuckin' limits

All the foreigns came new, ain't no fuckin' limit

Play with me, I'll have a massacre in every city

I might drive to DC and fuck with Meek Milly

Take a nigga order, I want a chicken Philly

Take a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck her titty

Speakin' too fast, that's that past tense

My bitch jewelry wet, cost a Patek

She so annoyin', keep askin' for some napkins

Wipe them bitches up, put 'em in a cup

Shake it then taste it... that's it

Ay, we got plenty bucks, order what you want

Yeah, I'm a cash cow, I'm just cashin'

I think they put a camera in my pool

But it's on the inside, goddamn, 12 nasty

I used to be like Jay-Z and ride factors

'Till I found out that you gotta put on Davis (shoes)

They scopin' out my house from a cabin

I pissed out the window and start laughin'

The inside of my spot carry water

They should change the street name to cactus

I'm the same Thugger that'll order ten rooms in your town

And don't sleep in none them bitches

We just fuckin' thots and gettin' freaky all in them bitches, uh

Niggas so mad that they can't leak none of these pictures, uh

She so bad, sometimes I want her features, uh

All the shit you do old like beepers, uh

All the shit you do old, I see you

Even all these Crips don't wanna be you, be you, be you

[Bryson Tiller & Young Thug]

Still tryna get mine

(Still tryna get, oh)

I'm just still tryna get mine

(Still tryna get, oh)

I'm just still tryna get mine

They schemin' on me

They still tryna get mine

Oh, they still tryna get mine, oh

Yeah, still tryna get mine

Yeah, they still tryna get mine, yeah