Get Em

Niggas looking like they mad

What he sayin though

Won't use my hands, I'ma let them rubberbands go

New bitch and she bad though, my ex a sad ho

Fall off in the club, pants saggin' smokin bad dough

Mad dog, I'ma grind full time, I can't slow up

Fifty grand with the lean, all eyes on me, I can't pour up

Michael Jackson bad, all these hoes calling me thriller

Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as "Get Em"

Cause I get 'em

Pockets lookin' like munchkins

Her booty lookin' like pumpkins

Got a toolie on me, I'm thuggin

Wanna' do me something, it's nothing

This one goes to those who live illegal all day

Hustle sun up to sun up, tryna' get it always

I'm a grinder, shots fired

Big, I miss ya, this shit different, hold up lighters

Infiniti truck see me

Not much eatin, but fuck sleepin

That nigga a fuck boy, gun touch people, not much either

Outside with the loud mouth, nigga broke your jaw, you fouled out

Roundabouts, don't fuck with me, if they fuck with me, then it's "blaow blaow!"

Jean jacket, with the Timbs on, got tattoos on my neck

Nobody needs nobody, now I say cut the check

I'ma lean in, throw left jabs

Side step, with the left hook

Right hand, lead, like Ali

I'm a shit talker that read books

Plain Jane, my best look

Ain't complaining bout my left foot

Fifteen cavities, yeah this team in back of me

That'll be fixed when the song over

Syrup faucet, just got cut off

Nigga been sippin strong doses

Club soda, doctor visits

Sent soldiers on mobster missions

Thinkin my condition, top condition

Feel the world should move for me

They ain't got no cure for me

Bitch say ain't no pull for me

All I seen in real vibrant colors

Stand for nothin, you'll die for somethin

Terrance Hines just went to jail

The good Lord sat him down for something

Reason being, we'll never know

I made money, I sacrificed

They say, lifes a gamble, for example, ride or dice