Video You Got It de Absynapse 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Absynapse - You Got It Lyrics

[Chorus: Call Me Ace]
Drop the track (you got it) Make it slap (you got it)
Match the sound (you got it) Switch ya style (you got it)
Slow it down (you got it) Slow it down (you got it)
Just like that (you got it) Bring that back (you got it)
Drop the track (you got it) Make that slap (you got it)
Match the sound (you got it) Switch ya style (you got it)
Slow it down (you got it) Slow it down (you got it)
Just like that (you got it) Bring that back (you got it)

[Verse 1]
Authentic (you got it)
Better know I'm a real one (unh)
I ain’t takin no shortcuts (nope)
I ain't buyin my millions (nah)
Askin all my bout my fan base (what?)
Wanna know who I appeal to (hmm)
Come on out to my show mane
Crowds diverse and they feel em
Flexin on the ‘Gram (Gram)
You know it's kinda lame (lame)
You callin me ya mans (mans)
I know you gonna change (change)
Love for all the fans (fans)
For fannin up the flames (flames)
See they don’t understand (stand)
Cause I run too many lanes (lanes, lanes)
[Chorus]
Drop the track (you got it) Make it slap (you got it)
Match the sound (you got it) Switch ya style (you got it)
Slow it down (you got it) Slow it down (you got it)
Just like that (you got it) Bring that back (you got it)
Drop the track (you got it) Make that slap (you got it)
Match the sound (you got it) Switch ya style (you got it)
Slow it down (you got it) Slow it down (you got it)
Just like that (you got it) Bring that back (you got it)

[Verse 2]
I'm a hustler, stay cookin
Natural provider (unh)
Raised to be independent (yup)
Family of survivors (yup)
Can't relate to this fakeness (nah)
That's why we look like outsiders (hmm)
Surrounded by only ones that's down
When you make the call then we ridin!
Man it's such a shame (shame)
A few of us are rare (rare)
Our levels ain't the same (same)
We tryna make it fair (fair)
They said they woulda came (came)
But they ain't never there (there)
It’s only this or that way, so how you gon compare (’pare)
That's a no-no, I thought you would know so
Why you act like a no show, like a ghost bro
When I be on ya coast bro, cannot find you like dodos
But then oh ho! You be all on my posts bro
Actin like you the K-Ci to my JoJo
Tryna sip up my mojo
Bredren nuttin nuh go so
Got me loco, sí mis ojos son rojos
Quickly fill up my soul Lord til my soul glow
Every time we see closed doors, we just kickin down more doors
Like we postal, but ain’t wavin a 4-4
This ain't nothin but hope bro
On my own road, do not copy my postcode
Your house would be foreclosed, yea
[Chorus]
Drop the track (you got it) Make it slap (you got it)
Match the sound (you got it) Switch ya style (you got it)
Slow it down (you got it) Slow it down (you got it)
Just like that (you got it) Bring that back (you got it)
Drop the track (you got it) Make that slap (you got it)
Match the sound (you got it) Switch ya style (you got it)
Slow it down (you got it) Slow it down (you got it)
Just like that (you got it)
(you got it)