getGot

The fuck does you mean
What the fuck

Get got, boy, we sendin' threats
DM you pics of your home address
Look outside when you get that text
You know it's us, you know what comes next

I'm on my boss shit
I'm the one that call shit
I been too cautious
I'm barely conscious
Fuck that, we wildin'
We living lawless
I'm with the mob, we put you in coffins
You're fuckin dead, FlyLo with the headshot
Breaking the chain with the padlock
Fuck with me, and you get got
Death grip on the mic stand
We whippin' up with no liscense
If they want smoke, we gon' fight them

Get got, boy, we sendin' threats
DM you pics of your home address
Look outside when you get that text
You know it's us, you know what comes next
Get got, boy, we sendin' threats
DM you pics of your home address
(I'm in yo area, I'm in yo area)
Look outside when you get that text
You know it's us, you know what comes next
(I'm in yo area, I'm in yo a-)

Lately, been gettin' high and type shit
Make a hundred racks and I been grindin' type shit
Pass the competition, I been flyin' type shi- i- i-
Ayy, ayy
You talk shit about my crew, you better stop
You talk shit about my crew, you might get popped
You talk shit about my crew, you better stop
You talk shit about my crew, you might get got

Six feet when I hold this TEC
Got 'em seeing blue screens of death
I'm a peon, how I grind like that
I be on that beyond the best
Fuck the rest, you know we blessed
I come up next, I'm cutting necks
Run shit like I set it
Better bet I get 'em wet it
What it be, what it do
I am mobbin' with the crew
I do not listen to you
Rat Trapp is all that I do
Yeah, I'm comin' for you (Woah- woah)
Couple hundred on your head, shooters gunnin' for you
One word, they all stuntin' on you

Get got, boy, we sendin' threats
DM you pics of your home address
(I'm in yo area, I'm in yo area)
Look outside when you get that text
You know it's us, you know what comes next
(I'm in yo area, I'm in yo area)
Get got, boy, we sendin' threats
DM you pics of your home address
(I'm in yo area, I'm in yo area)
Look outside when you get that text
You know it's us, you know what comes next
(I'm in yo area)

Ayy, ayy, ayy
You talk shit about my crew, you better stop
You talk shit about my crew, you might get popped
You talk shit about my crew, you better stop
You talk shit about my crew, you might get got



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Writer(s): Gabriel Molitor
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