Get Up On Em'
Damn, it's Tom
Wait damn, and I'm still posted on the 9
Pullup I got time too damn yea
Fuck me up bitch you really fuck me up aye
Stackin' all the bands, bitch I'm stackin' all the bucks
Bitch you off them xans if you wanna try ya luck
And he got caught up on my land, pussy now you stuck
Wait, slidin' through, bitch we slidin' through
Bitch thought I was dumb oh she was playing like a fool
Now I gotta fool and imma go buss all my jewels
He think that he like that, we gon' make that nigga food
Make that nigga food, turn him to a pack
I can never lack bitch, I stay wit' my gat
Turn that boy to Ricky, get hit in yo' back
Bitch we smokin' gas, and you smokin' plat
And bitch we smokin' on the za' and bitch we smokin' on the thrash
He ain't really wit' it we gon' get up on his ass
And if you wasn't really wit' me I just put you in the past
And I can see right through that fake bitch I can see right through that glass
Wait, skurt off VROOM, damn, go and do the dash
Bitch I need the cash, bitch I need it fast
And bitch if you ain't talking cash, throw it in the trash
Bitch I'm in my bag, uh I ain't talking glad
Hop up in my bag, bouta hop up in my chi
And you think you know but bitch you don't know me(Damn)
Put em' on a plaque turn him to a trophy (Yeah)
You say I'm a bitch, well you gotta' show me (Yeah)
And ya bitch a thot, bet she wanna blow me
Get hit in ya top, you is not my homie
You get shot playing games, this is not Sony
I knew you was fake bitch, you so phony (Look)
I gotta' move in a different route, I gotta' move in a different house
I gotta' stack it in silence, run up if you got a problem
I gotta' hit him wit' choppas', we gotta' run in his crib
He shouldn't of said what he said and he shouldn't of did what he did
And bitch we smokin' on the za' and bitch we smokin' on the thrash
He ain't really wit' it we gon' get up on his ass
And if you wasn't really wit' me I just put you in the past
And I can see right through that fake bitch I can see right through that glass
Wait, skurt off VROOM, damn, go and do the dash
Bitch I need the cash, bitch I need it fast
And bitch if you ain't talking cash, throw it in the trash
Bitch I'm in my bag, uh I ain't talking glad
Damnnnn
It's Tom wait damn and I'm still posted on the 9
Pullup, I got time too
Wait damn, and I'm still posted on the 9
Pullup I got time too damn yea
Fuck me up bitch you really fuck me up aye
Stackin' all the bands, bitch I'm stackin' all the bucks
Bitch you off them xans if you wanna try ya luck
And he got caught up on my land, pussy now you stuck
Wait, slidin' through, bitch we slidin' through
Bitch thought I was dumb oh she was playing like a fool
Now I gotta fool and imma go buss all my jewels
He think that he like that, we gon' make that nigga food
Make that nigga food, turn him to a pack
I can never lack bitch, I stay wit' my gat
Turn that boy to Ricky, get hit in yo' back
Bitch we smokin' gas, and you smokin' plat
And bitch we smokin' on the za' and bitch we smokin' on the thrash
He ain't really wit' it we gon' get up on his ass
And if you wasn't really wit' me I just put you in the past
And I can see right through that fake bitch I can see right through that glass
Wait, skurt off VROOM, damn, go and do the dash
Bitch I need the cash, bitch I need it fast
And bitch if you ain't talking cash, throw it in the trash
Bitch I'm in my bag, uh I ain't talking glad
Hop up in my bag, bouta hop up in my chi
And you think you know but bitch you don't know me(Damn)
Put em' on a plaque turn him to a trophy (Yeah)
You say I'm a bitch, well you gotta' show me (Yeah)
And ya bitch a thot, bet she wanna blow me
Get hit in ya top, you is not my homie
You get shot playing games, this is not Sony
I knew you was fake bitch, you so phony (Look)
I gotta' move in a different route, I gotta' move in a different house
I gotta' stack it in silence, run up if you got a problem
I gotta' hit him wit' choppas', we gotta' run in his crib
He shouldn't of said what he said and he shouldn't of did what he did
And bitch we smokin' on the za' and bitch we smokin' on the thrash
He ain't really wit' it we gon' get up on his ass
And if you wasn't really wit' me I just put you in the past
And I can see right through that fake bitch I can see right through that glass
Wait, skurt off VROOM, damn, go and do the dash
Bitch I need the cash, bitch I need it fast
And bitch if you ain't talking cash, throw it in the trash
Bitch I'm in my bag, uh I ain't talking glad
Damnnnn
It's Tom wait damn and I'm still posted on the 9
Pullup, I got time too
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Writer(s): Tommy Gunz
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