Get The Gat
And that big blick that can knock a nigga off his feet
I be paranoid so I gotta keep it all at reach
I ain't with that talking shit you better throw the ones and shit
I ain't with that cuffin shit I'm tryna make some money bitch
Ion got time to play
Now she call my phone, she ain't never give me time of day
Ion take a personal
I'm always where the money be
Bitch I came from poverty
That's why I'm moving awkwardly
Mama in the project told me kill him
Don't you hesitate
Imma smoke that nigga
Imma blow it
Then I levitate
Boy I've been too high I ain't smoking on no rapper weed
Why that nigga talking? He don't know me don't you do that shit
Last nigga who tried me he ain't breathing just to prove that shit
Why that nigga fronting? He ain't tough dawg his homie is
I've been getting money, everybody getting phonier
I've been in my bag, now days it's getting lonelier
Nigga said I switched up
He ain't listen when I showed him shit
Aye yeah
Where my real niggas
All my real niggas
All my bad bitches
Yeah where they where they at
Aye
Get The
Aye Yeah Get The Gat
I ain't playing with no bitch ass nigga
I ain't arguing with no rapping ass nigga
Get the fuck outta my face nigga what the fuck you talking about
Where my real niggas at aye
Get The Gat, Get The Gat, Get The Gat aye
Aye, aye aye aye
Look
Real niggas salute me
Bad bitches seduce me
Rutland got Uzi
We gon shoot him make a movie
We was getting money
Way before they niggas
I was washing dishes
I was serving pigeons
Niggas serving sentence
They say Lukee he a real one
If my nigga starving
Imma feed him, imma share em
No time to be greedy
We should all be eating
I was trying to teach em yeah
He ain't wanna hear that shit
He was on that shooter shit
Smoking on that budda pist
Why you bragging bout that body?
You ain't even do that shit
You ain't even pull the clip
Nigga you ain't built like that
Nigga you don't act like that
Nigga he ion want no smoke
Give that boy a asthma attack
Make him bounce like Cadillac
I be where the money at
Ion do that beef shit no
If I must I'm dumping thou
Hit him in the stomach thou
Make him do the tuck and roll aye
Y'all niggas not really with that shit boi
We to the bag boi
Where your pole boi
Hahahaha
All these niggas bitches I swear to god
Me and my nigga to the bag
All my bad bitches
All my real niggas
Know what the word is you heard
I ain't fucking with none of these bitch ass niggas
Aye, aye aye aye
I be paranoid so I gotta keep it all at reach
I ain't with that talking shit you better throw the ones and shit
I ain't with that cuffin shit I'm tryna make some money bitch
Ion got time to play
Now she call my phone, she ain't never give me time of day
Ion take a personal
I'm always where the money be
Bitch I came from poverty
That's why I'm moving awkwardly
Mama in the project told me kill him
Don't you hesitate
Imma smoke that nigga
Imma blow it
Then I levitate
Boy I've been too high I ain't smoking on no rapper weed
Why that nigga talking? He don't know me don't you do that shit
Last nigga who tried me he ain't breathing just to prove that shit
Why that nigga fronting? He ain't tough dawg his homie is
I've been getting money, everybody getting phonier
I've been in my bag, now days it's getting lonelier
Nigga said I switched up
He ain't listen when I showed him shit
Aye yeah
Where my real niggas
All my real niggas
All my bad bitches
Yeah where they where they at
Aye
Get The
Aye Yeah Get The Gat
I ain't playing with no bitch ass nigga
I ain't arguing with no rapping ass nigga
Get the fuck outta my face nigga what the fuck you talking about
Where my real niggas at aye
Get The Gat, Get The Gat, Get The Gat aye
Aye, aye aye aye
Look
Real niggas salute me
Bad bitches seduce me
Rutland got Uzi
We gon shoot him make a movie
We was getting money
Way before they niggas
I was washing dishes
I was serving pigeons
Niggas serving sentence
They say Lukee he a real one
If my nigga starving
Imma feed him, imma share em
No time to be greedy
We should all be eating
I was trying to teach em yeah
He ain't wanna hear that shit
He was on that shooter shit
Smoking on that budda pist
Why you bragging bout that body?
You ain't even do that shit
You ain't even pull the clip
Nigga you ain't built like that
Nigga you don't act like that
Nigga he ion want no smoke
Give that boy a asthma attack
Make him bounce like Cadillac
I be where the money at
Ion do that beef shit no
If I must I'm dumping thou
Hit him in the stomach thou
Make him do the tuck and roll aye
Y'all niggas not really with that shit boi
We to the bag boi
Where your pole boi
Hahahaha
All these niggas bitches I swear to god
Me and my nigga to the bag
All my bad bitches
All my real niggas
Know what the word is you heard
I ain't fucking with none of these bitch ass niggas
Aye, aye aye aye
Credits
Writer(s): Cosey Sr Tyrone Terry, Henny Ballard, James Brown, Kiron Castle-allen, Luke Janvier, Newman Jr Elton Larry, Stovall D Artanian J
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