Get Me Hype (intro) Songtext
von Lebra Jolie

(Have you ever been to London?)
(Go Grizz)
Yeah

First off, bitches love to talk they shit
I don′t ever see you hoes at the bank
First rap bitch try to start rap beef, fuck Twitter
On God and my mama, I'll blank
Have a ho runnin′ like Forrest, Tom Hanks
On the internet, paragraph, Anne Frank
I see a whole lot of jokes, they must be pranks
Mad at a bitch 'cause I'm fuckin′ him and you can′t

These hoes know how to pick they beef
Been the hardest bitch out, just to keep shit brief
Hoes say they poppin', I don′t see no grease
Foot on everybody neck, I'ma need more feet


Bitches ain′t never had to make it from the bottom
Off the internet is how I handle my problems
A ho ain't a threat, they pussy ain′t a problem
All in my business, should've graduated with honors
Yellin', "Fuck ′em all," I′ma need more condoms
Beef never stopped me from gettin' these commas
I′ma run it up while you run to your mama
Give you the beats and bring DJ Drama

Nobody like me, baby, I'm a rare breed
If you claim me, probably had a four leaf
Stop ating my page, you don′t know me
I like to get fly, fuck my nigga, and be lowkey

Lebra back talkin' that shit that you like
Quick to pop off on a bitch, get me hype
If I fuck wit′ him, he with me for life
Bitch, you just mad you ain't doin' it right
Lebra back up in that mode again
Who the fuck told you hoes we friends?
I ain′t your sis, your cousin, your twin
Nothin′ alike, you just one of my fans


Get out your motherfuckin' feelings, no money there
If it ain′t a backend, I ain't comin′ there
Fell in love with the money, I love it here
I ain't worried ′bout a bitch in her underwear
Using these filters, I really don't need it
Wearin' makeup and I really don′t need it
Stomach so flat, they like, "Damn, is she breathing?"
Your nigga don′t want you and bitch, I'm the reason

Lebra back talkin′ that shit that you like
Quick to pop off on a bitch, get me hype
If I fuck wit' him, he with me for life
Bitch, you just mad they weren′t doin' it right
Lebra back up in that mode again
Who the fuck told you hoes we friends?
I ain′t your sis, your cousin, your twin
Nothin' alike, you just one of my fans