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Berner - Get On Lyrics

Get On
Smoke, hold that shit in until you choke
If you really trying to get on
Smoke, hold that shit in until you choke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, I'm loaded, I feel like I could float
My fingertips are numb, my finger nails are full of coke
I'm solid under pressure ain't no way that I would fold
This is for them bitches that I fuc*** on the road, how you been
Tell your friends that, damn that man is cold
I'm better yet I'm on, them Z's got me dizzy I don't know
How the f*** I got home from my show
I wake up in my bed, next to two chicks I never met
I'm in France mixing bubble hash with my cigarettes
Amsterdam for the day before I fly home
Two zips of kush got my mind gone, mushrooms, I'm gone
Everything I needed, I wake up and I'm drinking
I fall asleep early in the evening, I ain't leaning
Yeah they ask me what I'm breathing, that shit they can't get
17 reasons for his ass
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
I'm faded, trying to stay awake
I love the A, but I'm really trying to stay away
They say my names buzzing crazy when it come to weight
Cliff full of carbon, bullets flying out to throw away
Fed cases they don't go away
They let you dig your own hole, we sold our soul for 100K
I'm on this yellow, f*** a purple sprite
I wake up in the morning like, damn I messed another flight
I tell a pretty bitch to turn around
Let me see you pop and pick the money up from off the ground
When it's dry, you know I got it popping in a couple towns, 20 pounds
That's 120 thousand, I'm really counting money now
I went from blow money to this ho money
I went from ho money to this show money
Half a mil in a waterproof duffle
Blowing kush out the sunroof, I'm loving how I really hustle
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
Yeah I got a few rolled, and I'm just trying to get back in my zone
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
Yeah I got a few rolled, and I'm just trying to get back in my zone
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
Yeah I got a few rolled, and I'm just trying to get back in my zone
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
Yeah I got a few rolled, and I'm just trying to get back in my zone
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on
And smoke, hold that shit in until I choke
Yeah they wonder how I got on
See I got them selling dope, 17 with a quater ounce of coke
Yeah I'm really trying to get on