Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Em' , by - Yung Mal. Release date: 04.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Em' |
| Huh, I be tryna tell these niggas chill, chill |
| Dubba-AA flexin' |
| Ayy, yo, that’s Dre |
| Tryna just kill 'em, man |
| Louie Bandz made another one |
| Just like my money, I’ma stretch him, uh |
| Catch a nigga at the exit |
| Leave his head in his lap while he textin' |
| Bus load comin' in, we call it 'Rome Bettis |
| Drop that cash, nigga, bet it |
| PayPal, Cash App, send it through Zelle, huh |
| Stay strapped, never bear arm teddy (This is the sound) |
| Fuck the block, the quick come petty |
| Take her off block, I can fuck when I’m ready |
| Been thuggin' all my life, no Makaveli |
| Diamonds they shine, lil' ho, I’m Big Pissy |
| Play with me, nigga, your head get missin' |
| Yeah, I signed me a deal, but my brother still trap in the kitchen |
| Fuck 12, free Lil Quill, let’s get it |
| Straight out the trenches, now I’m worth mil' tickets |
| Fuck her all night when my pill kick in |
| Yeah, I got rich but I’m still Zone 6 livin' |
| Ride with that stick and it flip niggas |
| All this shit, it came from the ground, I built, nigga |
| Took off fast, I shocked 'em just like Silkk, nigga |
| I get your partner killed, nigga |
| Brother made bond, he still killin' |
| Don’t fuck with no rat, no Stuart Little |
| We get that pack and we straight dismiss 'em |
| Bitch asked me why I fuck with my pistol |
| Bitch, I can’t do shit without this glizzy |
| Got that glizzy while I’m pissin' |
| I can’t trust these niggas |
| Seen niggas cross they niggas out like they had scissors |
| Huh, she take my dick and rinse it, yeah |
| I’m in her mouth like a dentist, yeah |
| Can’t fall off, got Benjamins, yeah |
| All my cars be tinted, yeah |
| Huh, hol' up, yeah |
| Get 'em, yeah, get 'em, get 'em, uh, uh |
| Shawty gon' get 'em, get 'em, huh |
| Shawty wan' play, I’ma get him, huh |
| Straight through his head, split him, uh |
| Play with that bread, we kill 'em, huh, yeah |
| Poppin' these Percs like Skittles, yeah |
| We do the pushin' and sit-ups, yeah |
| I shoot that Glock with my chin up, yeah |
| Toss up a dub at Pin Ups (Mhm) |
| Know the front end comin' in soon as I wake up |
| Go to L.A. and I ball like Kobe, no Laker (Mhm) |
| He just a hater, he don’t got no paper |
| I heard went broke tryna flex for the ladies |
| Huh, hol' up, yeah |
| Get 'em, yeah, get 'em, get 'em, uh, uh |
| Shawty gon' get 'em, get 'em, huh |
| Shawty wan' play, I’ma get him, huh |