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letra de get em - kshordy

get em lyrics
[intro: kshordy]
gang
gang, gang
(d-mn, spancy)

[verse 1: kshordy]
word on the streets we split him
yellin’ for the opps, tell his mans come get him
word from a hoe, he miss him
i don’t give a d-mn, n-gga, you can go with him
you ain’t tryna give up that lo’?
what, p-ssy ass hoe, b-tch, you must be with ’em
i ain’t finna send out no threat
catch him with that hoe, just know i’ma split him
all my n-ggas gon’ ride
quit playin’ in the middle, n-gga, pick yo’ side
all my n-ggas be ready
comin’ on go when i hit they line
i ain’t entertainin’ no raps, n-gga
i ain’t even ’bout to waste my time
none of my opps on sh-t, they p-ssy
most of ’em rats and the rest of ’em dyin’
we get the drop, we rushin’
lеft hand on the wheel, right hand be clutchin’
stay strapped, i ain’t gon’ for nothin’
bought a drop еveryday, jacksonville be bustin’
i done lost too many of my n-ggas
sh-t, 2021 i ain’t goin’ for nothin’
[?], why they took my n-gga?
i’ma getback soon, leave a f-ck n-gga gushin’
you ain’t hear ’bout the last two n-ggas?
pulled up with a (ftt), had the whole block rushin’
put a switch on my last two pistols
n-gga, (ftt, ftt, ftt) had the whole block duckin’
these n-ggas don’t want no smoke
back 2016, sh-t, it won’t no joke
these n-ggas ain’t want no beef
[?] got jammed, now that n-gga wanna tweet
f-ck the opps, we ain’t duckin’ no heat
say it’s up, we gon’ come six deep to yo’ street
f-ck the cops, we ain’t coppin’ no plea
i’ma give they ass h-ll ’til my n-ggas let free
it can go either way in these streets
i can either go to jail or get put six feet
if can go either way when it’s beef
get hit with a sh-ll or a n-gga hit me
[verse 2: wam spinthebin]
lot of these n-ggas be b-tches
n-ggas be lyin’ for clout, we tryna k!ll
lot of you n-ggas be flaggin’
we ain’t ever shoot at no house, n-gga, we with it
n-ggas ain’t gettin’ no chicken
n-ggas, be runnin’ they mouth
we tryna change n-ggas, they opp, bust a brain
p-ssy get shot on his mouth, n-gga
lost too much of my n-ggas, h-ll nah, i ain’t duckin’ no beef
n-ggas be woofin’, they stay on the net ’til they get hit with that heat
h-ll nah, i ain’t droppin’ no disses
i’ma pull up to yo’ street
chase a f-ck n-gga down
leave a f-ck n-gga covered in sheets
all my n-ggas on go, all my n-ggas gon’ sco
bro bought a mac, i’ma attack and that bih came with a scope
i ain’t gon’ never stop smokin’ my opps
them n-ggas be makin’ me choke
bro upped the drac’, get hit in his face
308s ripped through his throat

- kshordy

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