The Gist Songtext
von VERSEatyle

Get the gist right, get it like we in the club
Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot
Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right
Heavy in the mix like
Yeah get the gist right

Get it like we in the club
Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot
Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right
Heavy in the mix like
Yeah get the gist right

City slicka pull up on the scene
With the cash ruling everything around me The Cream
Money, power, respect- Been at it for the green
While I′m spitting facts- Run it back this crack for the fiends

All up in the spot, with a queen up in the jeans
And it's rockabye baby lil lady then I leave
Magic with the lip, ain′t no tricks under my sleeve
Vanishing the whip, sipping liquor and OE


Plot and scheming with it, make a killing and repeat
Like this R.I.P. up in it cemetery eulogy
Real ones next to me, only deal with kings and queens
Finna raise the heat, testing me, you rest in peace

From the cradle to the grave, I get the gist of this shit
Putting work in with my dawgs, we getting lit in this bitch
Been in the mix with it- Hit a lick to get me a fix
Frito-Lay Cheeto with Doritos, give me the chips

I got a hundred type of girls in mind Black, brown, yellow, white
Twisted litty, feel myself and hit the city Riding by
Up, then it's stuck Never down, never slip
Jug and move, what it do Baby give me the gist

What it is, hoe, keep it short, keep it sweet
I'ma keep it fly, with it I′ma keep it me
Ain′t talking money, we ain't talking bout a thing
And there aint, nothing funny when I′m all about the cream

Get the gist right, get it like we in the club
Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot
Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right
Heavy in the mix like
Yeah get the gist right


Get it like we in the club
Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot
Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right
Heavy in the mix like
Yeah get the gist right

Need me something thicker than snickers
Between her sweeter than swishers
Get the picture finna let me hit cause I'm that nigga
Mascara, eyeliner, designer when I′m with her
Bad bitch vibe, she wanna ride it when we lit up

And I hate Twitter, Snapchat, Facebook, IG, and TikTok
Make it hard for motherfuckers like me
Algorithm rhythm, baby, pose for the post
Dip it low and pick it up slow and show me the most

Sorta kinda something like that, I just go with the flow
No time for ops, no time for cops, fasho, you already know
Straight up square and sucka duckin when I ride on the low
Pinata pussy gon' seduce the magic stick
And she wantin someone to

Ride & pump her gas, Go take out her trash
Grip and smack that ass without having to ask
And don′t be worried bout her while she worry bout hers
In that thing like boomerang be back in the flash

I got a hundred type of girls in mind Black, brown, yellow, white
Twisted litty, feel myself and hit the city Riding by
Up, then it's stuck Never down, never slip
Jug and move, what it do Baby give me the gist

What it is, hoe, keep it short, keep it sweet
I'ma keep it fly, with it I′ma keep it me
Ain′t talking money, we ain't talking bout a thing
And there aint, nothing funny when I′m all about the cream

Get the gist right, get it like we in the club
Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot
Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right
Heavy in the mix like
Yeah get the gist right

Get it like we in the club
Move them hips right, 1 shot 2 shot
Taking sips right, tear it up, break it down, get it lit right
Heavy in the mix like
Yeah get the gist right