“Get It In”

Written and Performed by L’Carty (BMI) and LexC (ASCAP) / Produced by Likeminds Production (ASCAP) / Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered at Rich Productions in Marietta, GA by LexC

So you know how like

You see somebody that’s cute

And every time you see them

You just like wish they’d talk to you

He came walked up to the bar

He was like, “Where my drink at?”

Behind the bar

I’m ‘bout to buy this drink

And then I’m ‘bout to walk off

And he told the bartender he had it

So I was like, “Oh aiight”

Bitch, you almost had me fucked up

You know I ain’t been outside in a while

Think it’s time for me to stand on some couches

Hands up

We done brought them bands out

Got my homegirls with me

Pouring liquor in they mouth

See this guy

He really making me smile

Yeah that’s cool

Not worried too much about him

He look slick

I don’t want no bullshit

‘Cause I just came to fuck shit up

‘Gon fuck it up with your friends

Baby get it in

Got your own check

You ain’t stressin’ ‘bout no dividends

(I just came to fuck shit up)

‘Gon fuck it up with your friends

Baby get it in

Got your own check

You ain’t stressin’ ‘bout no dividends

‘Gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up

‘Gon, ‘gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up (I just came to fuck shit up)

‘Gon, ‘gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up

Got your own check (I just came to fuck shit up)

You ain’t stressin,’ you ain’t stressin’

‘Gon, gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up

‘Gon, ‘gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up (I just came to fuck shit up)

‘Gon, ‘gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up

Got your own check

You ain’t stressin’ ‘bout no dividends

You a boss bitch

I see you came with your own shit

Big bands busting out your Birkin

Got your girls lit

Twerking on the couch

Ass poking out your outfit

Drinking out the bottle

Getting ratchet with a hookah tip

I been looking at you, and

I like what I see

Dancing on your girls

I can tell you a freak

Meet me on the floor

And you can bust it down on me

Arch in your back

With your hands on your knees, ay

‘Gon fuck it up with your friends

Baby get it in

Got your own check

You ain’t stressin’ ‘bout no dividends

(I just came to fuck shit up)

‘Gon fuck it up with your friends

Baby get it in

Got your own check

You ain’t stressin’ ‘bout no dividends

‘Gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up

‘Gon, ‘gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up (I just came to fuck shit up)

‘Gon, ‘gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up

Got your own check (I just came to fuck shit up)

You ain’t stressin,’ you ain’t stressin’

‘Gon, gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up

‘Gon, ‘gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up (I just came to fuck shit up)

‘Gon, ‘gon fuck it up

Fuck it up

‘Gon fuck it up

Got your own check

You ain’t stressin’ ‘bout no dividends

I just came to fuck shit up

(You ain’t stressin’, you ain’t stressin’)

I just came to fuck (‘Gon fuck it up)

(‘Gon, ‘gon fuck it up, fuck it up)

I just came to fuck shit up

(You ain’t stressin’, you ain’t stressin’)