Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Even , by - Fredo Bang. Release date: 18.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Even |
| Ain’t that DJ Chose over there? |
| Oh, looked like DJ Chose |
| Hard body |
| Perc' and the lean |
| Trapped out, serve it to the fiends |
| Now I can’t stuff it in the jeans |
| Need another ring |
| My young niggas Dracos swings |
| Bustin' at your sweet sixteen |
| Put it in the air |
| Icebox got me with a glare |
| Know I had to cop em' by the pair |
| Goin' at em' foul |
| Bad bitch, I don’t wanna share |
| Pussy good, and she do hair |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’ma still get him if he breathin' |
| Spent on a nigga ‘round the corner |
| I’m out here overachievin' |
| Posted in the hood, nigga, I ain’t never leavin' |
| The dirt on the burner increasin' |
| These niggas don’t wanna get even |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’ma still get him if he breathin' |
| I got the drop, so I’m schemin' |
| I’m out here overachievin' |
| Yeah, pull up like the IRS |
| None of these niggas won’t see me |
| These niggas cap through they streamin' |
| But these niggas don’t wanna get even |
| Fuck is you sayin'? |
| (Huh) |
| Got bodies for real |
| This music for fans who know I ain’t playin' |
| I’m tryna be good, don’t fuck with my plans |
| Send iron on your mans |
| Pass youngin' to Roy, he fresh out the can |
| The chopper, I dance |
| Open his body like corn in the can |
| Movin' like the reaper, bitch, you come and take souls |
| Hit a nigga in his temple, tryna leave his eyes closed |
| I’ma put it on a nigga if he play with my woes |
| I’ma bill it on a nigga, like I’m working at Lowe’s |
| I ain’t runnin' from a nigga unless he work with the folks |
| Huh, hit him in his throat, make him choke |
| Bitch |
| You know my heart black like a crow |
| Kill a nigga, then I get ghost |
| Yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’ma still get him if he breathin' |
| I got the drop, so I’m schemin' |
| I’m out here overachievin' |
| Yeah, pull up like the IRS |
| None of these niggas won’t see me |
| These niggas cap through they streamin' |
| But these niggas don’t wanna get even |
| I can’t be stuck in no box since I got out the box |
| I ain’t mafuckin stop gettin guala |
| I pass the game around to all my partners |
| You turn twenty-one, you gon' get you a chopper |
| Don’t let these hoes get between you and bro |
| If you stick to the code, then nobody can stop you |
| Let niggas know you ain’t come here to joke |
| When you go to the door, have your hand on that Boppa |
| You run it up, get some racks to your mama |
| Know you with the shit, put some up for your lawyer |
| I can’t believe how these niggas disloyal |
| Don’t care ‘bout no man unless he’s chasin and loyal |
| My kids out really have nightmares ‘bout shit that I did |
| I’m too rich to be smokin' these cigs |
| I’m too blessed to be stressin' ‘bout shit |
| Pussy play, I’ma bust on this wig |
| I’m really rich now |
| My ho left, give a fuck ‘bout a bitch now |
| Bein' straight, they can never get kicked out |
| Soon as I catch my nut, gotta dip out |
| I’m on some shit now |
| I don’t see no one |
| Just Franklin and Benjamin only ones I wanna kick it with |
| Might hit a skinny bitch, just on some different shit |
| If you still breathin', you know you ain’t gettin' shit |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’ma still get him if he breathin' |
| Spent on a nigga ‘round the corner |
| I’m out here overachievin' |
| Posted in the hood, nigga, I ain’t never leavin' |
| The dirt on the burner increasin' |
| These niggas don’t wanna get even |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’ma still get him if he breathin' |
| I got the drop, so I’m schemin' |
| I’m out here overachievin' |
| Yeah, pull up like the IRS |
| None of these niggas won’t see me |
| These niggas cap through they streamin' |
| But these niggas don’t wanna get even |