Lyrics Go Gettaz - T-Pop

Go Gettaz

We some go getters, thug niggas that’s bout scrilla
Some hard hitters, focused on tilting your dob nigga
Some mob niggas, debenere and suave niggas
With both fists cocked back, ready to squab nigga
I’m a game spitter vault filler, wig splitter untamed gorilla
Cocked back like a nine mili', hard hitter no quitters
Go getter all about the cream, got a sawed off pump with a infra beam
4−4 black make heads ring, wet up the block and left the scene
Got bezeltyne pinky rings, M-O-N-E-Y ain’t a thang
Boss hog the lane set it up with bang, diamonds against my wood grain
I’m off the chain ice glistening, TV screens in a Expedition
Fuck with me you might come up missing, bet you next time you’ll learn to listen
Bitch I ain’t finished…
I’m a ball-a-tician on a mission, FED’s wishing can’t catch me slipping
Wig clipping I ain’t tripping, leave a stain in your brain with the mic I’m
gripping
Ruger ripping can’t slow my roll, verbal attack that’s ice cold
My pockets swoll everythang go gold, sitting sideways on low pro vogues
I never trip I play it cool, if a nigga act up I spray the tool
That was one of the golden rules, if a bigga act up knock him out his shoes
I done paid my dues if you snooze you lose, we on our way making you the fool
Escalade with a big old pool, you already know how this kid do
This how it go I play it raw, coldest nigga you ever saw
Send hollow tips above the jaw, my AK put me above the law
I stay on toes I never slip, spit like a gat with a extra clip
Sawed off make you do a backwards flip, with a snub nose nine on my hip
It’s fuck me nigga then you know it’s fuck you, I don’t give a fuck about you
or your crew
Fuck a nigga like I fuck his boo, run a nigga shit like a train choo-choo
Dumb ass nigga like a bird coo-coo, shitty like a dog poo-poo
Still hollering hoody hooo, plus I’m still jamming Screw
Head first in the game on another page, pass me the mic I’ma wreck the stage
Floss through the club and I’m underage, like a buckshot slug out the gauge
Kinda hard to fade these niggas know, verbal attack make these niggas fold
Continue to tag these niggas toes, until I stack six figgas or mo'
I’m like Hollow Man I move swift, fuck with me and I dig a ditch
Fingers on that big clip, fuck with me and I sink your ship
I’m a G you’s a hoe, give me mine calico
Laf-Tex'll run this show, got the club hollin' uh-oh
Give them bitches some mo' Pop…
What it do I ain’t tripping, pop in that ruger clipping
Steady sipping while 6−4 dipping, blades crawling like a catapiller
Watch out here’s the bomb, give em box and 85 thumb
Better leave me alone when I’m in my zone, all you niggas better lower your tone
When I’m on the phone with a yellowbone, people’s game people’s G
Got Alicia Keys right next to me, while she hollin' ooh papi
Laf-Tex we’ll bleed the block, rawest dog we hit the blizzock
Sitting sideways at IHOP, while the trunk still gon pop