Get Witme

Got a brand new glock
And im tryna go catch a body
Iknow He A Runner
Thats why i got boodah beside me

We been on the block
We never was ducking from nothing not even the popo
Yayo at the corner with rocks and the glock in the spot
If he seem em we get low
He got out his body... 10-4
No hockey i let the stick blow
That boy got to duckin... limbo
But fuck it i hit his kin folk

Back to the yo we sippin on purple
Bout to stretch something out me n turtle
Steppin suspenders like steve urkle
Fouling niggas get back for i hurt you

Fuck is a benji... im keeping it 50
They know that this shitll get sticky
Step out im lookin like coke whitney
Its hot but my mask n my coat wit me

Act up get packed the fuck up
Better back the fuck up
Bring that shit to ya door go puff
Go ku go crazy go nuts

Niggas they know i was never a goofy
Act up do a hit in my kufi
Want me to love her and listen to toosi
Im tryna fuck and make cartoon movies

Stop acting i know what you into
Niggas aint never been through
We was posted up morning to night time
Kash tryna flip every wheel tryna hit you
And if i got the knox hold that
Knock a block out ya top when i blow that
Smokin on niggas like shhh roll that
And im 50 but fuck with the rollacks

Call up a bobby like eater come eat me
He said his heater gone great me
Beefing with niggas who aint never meet me
Dickride the opps get a fiji

Why i been quiet cuz i took a time out
I been sliding n dishing that fire out
Im tryna spin where he stay where he hide out
Pussy cant even come back to his mom house

Huh
Get wit me
Im tryn slide give em 50
Get wit me
Im tryn slide give em 50
Uhuhuuh
Get wit me
Im tryn slide give em 50
GET WIT ME

Hallows fold niggas up like blankets
Bro do whatever to build up his rankage
Tee-y slide through the south where they hanging
Hang out the window an i get to bangin
And we back on the 8
GANGING
Fentanyl Cocaine slanging
Percocet propane flaming
Boodah got the thang he ranging

Know like i know then its fuck all the extras
Every nigga wit me... steppas
Told that bitch bring the whole head... lettuce
Get hit wit this lead like a letter

Whats that on his head a letter
And im talkin bout like a OZ
And she in my bed jus met her
Ima fuck this lil bitch like she owe me
And we might of had messages back in the days
And that's why she act like she know me
And i know i bitch i was supposed to hit
And im just tryna see how the throat be
She thought that i was gone eat that lil pussy
She had me confused with the old me
And if i do a bid im buying a rope ill hang a nigga for he poke me

Slide on they block im screaming out rolling
Who controlling lets get it in motion
First nigga clutch get plucked if im holding
Aint to toe get a dutch ima smoke em

Aint what you want i advise you to fallback
Try to run up im making him crawl back
Fishbowl broad day poled up all black
Ima demon like fuck is my heart at

Swallow my semen and she gotta bye bye
Unless she got this shit clickin like wifi
Know that this shit getting different its my time
They hating aint even hit my prime

These niggas know that they never gone touch me
Tell that bitch she aint never gone fuck me
Tell the opps stop tryna duck me
Still on the block come spin touch me



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Writer(s): Justin Adams
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