Get On - Berner

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 fucked 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 fuck 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, fuck 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