"Get Up On'em" lyrics
(feat. Spinabenz)
[Intro:]
(Thanks, Yakree)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit raw as hell)
Go
Go, go
[Jdot Breezy:]
Get up on him with that motherfucker, get the job done
Nigga, we the problem, so don't motherfuckin' try us
Boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
Niggas said they wanted war, so I went out to buy guns
Tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, nigga, try somethin'
Nigga, get your bitch, I don't want her, she is triflin'
Fuck her, then I dip, I'm tryna one night somethin'
He got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one
He can catch this .556, AR, Dracs, and Glocks with dicks
AR got that extra lead, long barrel, no kick
Told his ass stay out the way, but he still got his brain hit
I done got some money and some fame, I'm still the same jit
I won't change up, nah, but my artillery do, that's facts
Niggas scared to come outside 'cause if they do, we makin' packs
See the crowd, pick one out, I just let that chopper latch
.223 gon' run him down and make his fuckin' egg hatch
Pick off mine, we pick it back
Niggas lyin' 'bout body stats
Them niggas ain't turnt like that
Them niggas 'round there gettin' whacked
Duck, duck, goose, these niggas both
Ol' duck-ass niggas gettin' quacked
I done hit up plenty niggas, on Ralo, boy, and that's a fact
Get up on him with that motherfucker, get the job done
Nigga, we the problem, so don't motherfuckin' try us
Boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
Niggas said they wanted war, so I went out to buy guns
Tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, nigga, try somethin'
Nigga, get your bitch, I don't want her, she is triflin'
Fuck her, then I dip, I'm tryna one night somethin'
He got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one
[Spinabenz:]
Shootin' off the hip, tweak this pistol like I got five guns
Get your ass left in the streets, you got the right one
Nigga, you got bands on your head, you gon' die, son
Chopper, my chopper bite off a nigga ear, Mike Tyson
Bitch, my only topic always AKs and shoot shit
Wonder if my mama know I'm retarded, I get AKs, go stupid
It's like my mind not attached to my body, always lose it
Wop, I think I love shootin' niggas too much, my daddy Cupid
Wop, I think I need to go to Drillin' Anonymous, I abuse it
If they seen the shit I seen, they'd probably vomit and call truces
You would think I shot three of this nigga fingers off, he cop deuces
Ayy, Dot, these niggas broke, gay, famous, and flaw, that's all to it (Go, that's all to it)
(Thanks, Yakree)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this shit raw as hell)
Go
Go, go
[Jdot Breezy:]
Get up on him with that motherfucker, get the job done
Nigga, we the problem, so don't motherfuckin' try us
Boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
Niggas said they wanted war, so I went out to buy guns
Tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, nigga, try somethin'
Nigga, get your bitch, I don't want her, she is triflin'
Fuck her, then I dip, I'm tryna one night somethin'
He got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one
He can catch this .556, AR, Dracs, and Glocks with dicks
AR got that extra lead, long barrel, no kick
Told his ass stay out the way, but he still got his brain hit
I done got some money and some fame, I'm still the same jit
I won't change up, nah, but my artillery do, that's facts
Niggas scared to come outside 'cause if they do, we makin' packs
See the crowd, pick one out, I just let that chopper latch
.223 gon' run him down and make his fuckin' egg hatch
Pick off mine, we pick it back
Niggas lyin' 'bout body stats
Them niggas ain't turnt like that
Them niggas 'round there gettin' whacked
Duck, duck, goose, these niggas both
Ol' duck-ass niggas gettin' quacked
I done hit up plenty niggas, on Ralo, boy, and that's a fact
Get up on him with that motherfucker, get the job done
Nigga, we the problem, so don't motherfuckin' try us
Boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
Niggas said they wanted war, so I went out to buy guns
Tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, nigga, try somethin'
Nigga, get your bitch, I don't want her, she is triflin'
Fuck her, then I dip, I'm tryna one night somethin'
He got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one
[Spinabenz:]
Shootin' off the hip, tweak this pistol like I got five guns
Get your ass left in the streets, you got the right one
Nigga, you got bands on your head, you gon' die, son
Chopper, my chopper bite off a nigga ear, Mike Tyson
Bitch, my only topic always AKs and shoot shit
Wonder if my mama know I'm retarded, I get AKs, go stupid
It's like my mind not attached to my body, always lose it
Wop, I think I love shootin' niggas too much, my daddy Cupid
Wop, I think I need to go to Drillin' Anonymous, I abuse it
If they seen the shit I seen, they'd probably vomit and call truces
You would think I shot three of this nigga fingers off, he cop deuces
Ayy, Dot, these niggas broke, gay, famous, and flaw, that's all to it (Go, that's all to it)
