[{"id":23520251,"name":"Let's Get It!","trackName":"Let's Get It!","artistName":"BabyTron","albumName":"MegaTron 2","duration":145.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Damjonboi)\nShit, Jon-man\nShit, let's get it (shit)\nCloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'\nTurnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin' (hey)\nVoice changer on a ham, I be head splittin' (ha)\nI ain't even use an app, I'm off ten whippets\nTaught the dog a new trick, I'm playin' fetch with it (atta boy)\nCuddy, he ain't got an L's, in the 'Rex whippin'\nRed sippin', how my cup look, you think I bled in it (ah)\n.308s like badda-boom, I bet that vest rippin' (brrp)\nI was feelin' out of reach before the jet lifted (yoom)\nDog food and Hellcats, we ain't pet sittin'\nI can sell a body in the hood like I'm Craigslistin' (yup)\nYou don't wanna cross that line, you'll be X finished (blender)\nPlayin' with our name, I bet we pay respect visits\nLayin' with your bitch in y'all bed, havin' sex in it\nCourse I got the neck with it, pocket change, ten strippin'\nMe and Mitch in Birmingham, good Revive visits\nWhen I fly MIA, it's Design District\nWhen we mob NYC, it be SoHo\nMelrose when we out west, you should know, bro\nLeft him stuck, froze, now his fish bowl a snowglobe (brrp)\nBitch tryna make a movie, junk, pass the GoPro\nWe ain't even gotta add effects, sip in slow-mo\nOnly thing I'm dodgin' in this Chally is the po-pos\nAll this (shh), could turn the 'burbs to a dope zone (hey)\nHad to break ties, doggy broke the bro code (corn)\nNeed to go to urgent care, I'm sick of broke hoes\nTell a bitch, \"The truth hurts, it's better if you don't know\" (swear)\nShow you that you lil' bro and make you go home\nPlug takin' all day, he throwin' off my mojo\nBricks and punches all around, this a dojo\nFill a Solo up with Stily, I'll kill it by my dolo\nI can't even pump my gas, they want a photo (damn)\nPass a yerky to my ese, he go loco (fuck)\nPLR get to kickin' like it's Bolo\nI don't need my vision in that deep end, Marco Polo (nope)\nFuck a strike three, he on his third out\nWalkin' out of Berner's with more Cookies than a Girl Scout\nPull up to the function, back in, then I swerve out\nIt might grow wings and fly away, this the bird house\nShit, I always knew that this is how it'd turn out\nI be grindin' nine to five, but I ain't take the work route\nI be workin' eight to eight, you think I had a job?\nGanger hoppin' out the tour bus, they thinkin' that's the mob (it's us)\nSpinaroonie on a ho, can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)\nIf I send the load through, can you get it?\nSplit it? Flip it? Handle the logistics?\nBoy, my shooter beat the case, they ain't have accurate ballistics (nope)\nShit, let's get it (shit)\nCloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'\nTurnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin' (hey)\nVoice changer on a ham, I be head splittin' (ha)\nI ain't even use an app, I'm off ten whippets\nTaught the dog a new trick, I'm playin' fetch with it (atta boy)\nCuddy, he ain't got an L's, in the 'Rex whippin'\nRed sippin', how my cup look, you think I bled in it (ah)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let's Get It!\n  artist: BabyTron\n  album: MegaTron 2\n  duration_ms: 145000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Damjonboi)\n  Shit, Jon-man\n  Shit, let's get it (shit)\n  Cloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'\n  Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin' (hey)\n  Voice changer on a ham, I be head splittin' (ha)\n  I ain't even use an app, I'm off ten whippets\n  Taught the dog a new trick, I'm playin' fetch with it (atta boy)\n  Cuddy, he ain't got an L's, in the 'Rex whippin'\n  Red sippin', how my cup look, you think I bled in it (ah)\n  .308s like badda-boom, I bet that vest rippin' (brrp)\n  I was feelin' out of reach before the jet lifted (yoom)\n  Dog food and Hellcats, we ain't pet sittin'\n  I can sell a body in the hood like I'm Craigslistin' (yup)\n  You don't wanna cross that line, you'll be X finished (blender)\n  Playin' with our name, I bet we pay respect visits\n  Layin' with your bitch in y'all bed, havin' sex in it\n  Course I got the neck with it, pocket change, ten strippin'\n  Me and Mitch in Birmingham, good Revive visits\n  When I fly MIA, it's Design District\n  When we mob NYC, it be SoHo\n  Melrose when we out west, you should know, bro\n  Left him stuck, froze, now his fish bowl a snowglobe (brrp)\n  Bitch tryna make a movie, junk, pass the GoPro\n  We ain't even gotta add effects, sip in slow-mo\n  Only thing I'm dodgin' in this Chally is the po-pos\n  All this (shh), could turn the 'burbs to a dope zone (hey)\n  Had to break ties, doggy broke the bro code (corn)\n  Need to go to urgent care, I'm sick of broke hoes\n  Tell a bitch, \"The truth hurts, it's better if you don't know\" (swear)\n  Show you that you lil' bro and make you go home\n  Plug takin' all day, he throwin' off my mojo\n  Bricks and punches all around, this a dojo\n  Fill a Solo up with Stily, I'll kill it by my dolo\n  I can't even pump my gas, they want a photo (damn)\n  Pass a yerky to my ese, he go loco (fuck)\n  PLR get to kickin' like it's Bolo\n  I don't need my vision in that deep end, Marco Polo (nope)\n  Fuck a strike three, he on his third out\n  Walkin' out of Berner's with more Cookies than a Girl Scout\n  Pull up to the function, back in, then I swerve out\n  It might grow wings and fly away, this the bird house\n  Shit, I always knew that this is how it'd turn out\n  I be grindin' nine to five, but I ain't take the work route\n  I be workin' eight to eight, you think I had a job?\n  Ganger hoppin' out the tour bus, they thinkin' that's the mob (it's us)\n  Spinaroonie on a ho, can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)\n  If I send the load through, can you get it?\n  Split it? Flip it? Handle the logistics?\n  Boy, my shooter beat the case, they ain't have accurate ballistics (nope)\n  Shit, let's get it (shit)\n  Cloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'\n  Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin' (hey)\n  Voice changer on a ham, I be head splittin' (ha)\n  I ain't even use an app, I'm off ten whippets\n  Taught the dog a new trick, I'm playin' fetch with it (atta boy)\n  Cuddy, he ain't got an L's, in the 'Rex whippin'\n  Red sippin', how my cup look, you think I bled in it (ah)\n"},{"id":29328845,"name":"Let’s Get It!","trackName":"Let’s Get It!","artistName":"BabyTron","albumName":"MegaTron 2","duration":159.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Damjonboi)\nShit, Jon-man\nShit, let's get it (shit)\nCloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'\nTurnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin' (hey)\nVoice changer on a ham, I be head splittin' (ha)\nI ain't even use an app, I'm off ten whippets\nTaught the dog a new trick, I'm playin' fetch with it (atta boy)\nCuddy, he ain't got an L's, in the 'Rex whippin'\nRed sippin', how my cup look, you think I bled in it (ah)\n.308s like badda-boom, I bet that vest rippin' (brrp)\nI was feelin' out of reach before the jet lifted (yoom)\nDog food and Hellcats, we ain't pet sittin'\nI can sell a body in the hood like I'm Craigslistin' (yup)\nYou don't wanna cross that line, you'll be X finished (blender)\nPlayin' with our name, I bet we pay respect visits\nLayin' with your bitch in y'all bed, havin' sex in it\nCourse I got the neck with it, pocket change, ten strippin'\nMe and Mitch in Birmingham, good Revive visits\nWhen I fly MIA, it's Design District\nWhen we mob NYC, it be SoHo\nMelrose when we out west, you should know, bro\nLeft him stuck, froze, now his fish bowl a snowglobe (brrp)\nBitch tryna make a movie, junk, pass the GoPro\nWe ain't even gotta add effects, sip in slow-mo\nOnly thing I'm dodgin' in this Chally is the po-pos\nAll this (shh), could turn the 'burbs to a dope zone (hey)\nHad to break ties, doggy broke the bro code (corn)\nNeed to go to urgent care, I'm sick of broke hoes\nTell a bitch, \"The truth hurts, it's better if you don't know\" (swear)\nShow you that you lil' bro and make you go home\nPlug takin' all day, he throwin' off my mojo\nBricks and punches all around, this a dojo\nFill a Solo up with Stily, I'll kill it by my dolo\nI can't even pump my gas, they want a photo (damn)\nPass a yerky to my ese, he go loco (fuck)\nPLR get to kickin' like it's Bolo\nI don't need my vision in that deep end, Marco Polo (nope)\nFuck a strike three, he on his third out\nWalkin' out of Berner's with more Cookies than a Girl Scout\nPull up to the function, back in, then I swerve out\nIt might grow wings and fly away, this the bird house\nShit, I always knew that this is how it'd turn out\nI be grindin' nine to five, but I ain't take the work route\nI be workin' eight to eight, you think I had a job?\nGanger hoppin' out the tour bus, they thinkin' that's the mob (it's us)\nSpinaroonie on a ho, can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)\nIf I send the load through, can you get it?\nSplit it? Flip it? Handle the logistics?\nBoy, my shooter beat the case, they ain't have accurate ballistics (nope)\nShit, let's get it (shit)\nCloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'\nTurnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin' (hey)\nVoice changer on a ham, I be head splittin' (ha)\nI ain't even use an app, I'm off ten whippets\nTaught the dog a new trick, I'm playin' fetch with it (atta boy)\nCuddy, he ain't got an L's, in the 'Rex whippin'\nRed sippin', how my cup look, you think I bled in it (ah)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let’s Get It!\n  artist: BabyTron\n  album: MegaTron 2\n  duration_ms: 159000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (Damjonboi)\n  Shit, Jon-man\n  Shit, let's get it (shit)\n  Cloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'\n  Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin' (hey)\n  Voice changer on a ham, I be head splittin' (ha)\n  I ain't even use an app, I'm off ten whippets\n  Taught the dog a new trick, I'm playin' fetch with it (atta boy)\n  Cuddy, he ain't got an L's, in the 'Rex whippin'\n  Red sippin', how my cup look, you think I bled in it (ah)\n  .308s like badda-boom, I bet that vest rippin' (brrp)\n  I was feelin' out of reach before the jet lifted (yoom)\n  Dog food and Hellcats, we ain't pet sittin'\n  I can sell a body in the hood like I'm Craigslistin' (yup)\n  You don't wanna cross that line, you'll be X finished (blender)\n  Playin' with our name, I bet we pay respect visits\n  Layin' with your bitch in y'all bed, havin' sex in it\n  Course I got the neck with it, pocket change, ten strippin'\n  Me and Mitch in Birmingham, good Revive visits\n  When I fly MIA, it's Design District\n  When we mob NYC, it be SoHo\n  Melrose when we out west, you should know, bro\n  Left him stuck, froze, now his fish bowl a snowglobe (brrp)\n  Bitch tryna make a movie, junk, pass the GoPro\n  We ain't even gotta add effects, sip in slow-mo\n  Only thing I'm dodgin' in this Chally is the po-pos\n  All this (shh), could turn the 'burbs to a dope zone (hey)\n  Had to break ties, doggy broke the bro code (corn)\n  Need to go to urgent care, I'm sick of broke hoes\n  Tell a bitch, \"The truth hurts, it's better if you don't know\" (swear)\n  Show you that you lil' bro and make you go home\n  Plug takin' all day, he throwin' off my mojo\n  Bricks and punches all around, this a dojo\n  Fill a Solo up with Stily, I'll kill it by my dolo\n  I can't even pump my gas, they want a photo (damn)\n  Pass a yerky to my ese, he go loco (fuck)\n  PLR get to kickin' like it's Bolo\n  I don't need my vision in that deep end, Marco Polo (nope)\n  Fuck a strike three, he on his third out\n  Walkin' out of Berner's with more Cookies than a Girl Scout\n  Pull up to the function, back in, then I swerve out\n  It might grow wings and fly away, this the bird house\n  Shit, I always knew that this is how it'd turn out\n  I be grindin' nine to five, but I ain't take the work route\n  I be workin' eight to eight, you think I had a job?\n  Ganger hoppin' out the tour bus, they thinkin' that's the mob (it's us)\n  Spinaroonie on a ho, can you dig it? (Can you dig it?)\n  If I send the load through, can you get it?\n  Split it? Flip it? Handle the logistics?\n  Boy, my shooter beat the case, they ain't have accurate ballistics (nope)\n  Shit, let's get it (shit)\n  Cloud of smoke from the 'Woods and the 'Vette spinnin'\n  Turnt a crumb to a loaf, we be breadwinnin' (hey)\n  Voice changer on a ham, I be head splittin' (ha)\n  I ain't even use an app, I'm off ten whippets\n  Taught the dog a new trick, I'm playin' fetch with it (atta boy)\n  Cuddy, he ain't got an L's, in the 'Rex whippin'\n  Red sippin', how my cup look, you think I bled in it (ah)\n"}]