Get Em - Kevin Gates

Get Em - Kevin Gates
N**gas looking like they mad
What he saying though
Won't use my hands I'ma let them rubberbands go
New b**ch and she bad though my ex a sad ho
Fall off in the club pants saggin' smoking mad dro
Mad dog I'ma grind full time I can't slow up
Fifty grand with the lean all eyes on me I can't pour up
Michael Jackson bad all these h**s calling me thriller
Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as
Get em
Cause I get 'em
Pockets lookin' like munchkins
Her booty lookin' like pumpkins
Got a toolie on me I'm thugging
Wanna' do me something it's nothing
This one goes to those who live illegal all day
Hustle sun up to sun up tryna' get it always
I'm a grinder shots fired
Big I miss ya this sh*t different hold up lighters
Infiniti truck see me
Not much eating but f**k sleeping
That n**ga a f**k boy gun touch people not much either
Outside with the loud mouth n**ga broke your jaw you fouled out
Roundabouts don't f**k with me
If they f**k with me then it's blaow blaow
Jean jacket with the Timbs on got tattoos on my neck
Nobody needs nobody now I say cut the check
N**gas looking like they mad
What he saying though
Won't use my hands I'ma let them rubberbands go
New b**ch and she bad though my ex a sad ho
Fall off in the club pants saggin' smoking mad dro
Mad dog I'ma grind full time I can't slow up
Fifty grand with the lean all eyes on me I can't pour up
Michael Jackson bad all these h**s calling me thriller
Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as
Get em
Cause I get 'em
I'ma lean in throw left jabs
Side step with the left hook
Right hand lead like Ali
I'm a sh*t talker that read books
Plain Jane my best look
Ain't complaining bout my left foot
Fifteen cavities yeah this team in back of me
That'll be fixed when the song over
Syrup faucet just got cut off
N**ga been sipping strong doses
Club soda doctor visits
Sent soldiers on mobster missions
Thinking my condition top condition
Feel the world should move for me
They ain't got no cure for me
B**ch say ain't no pull for me
All I seen in real vibrant colors
Stand for nothing you'll die for something
Terrance Hines just went to jail
The good Lord sat him down for something
Reason being we'll never know
I made money I sacrificed
They say lifes a gamble for example ride or dice
N**gas looking like they mad
What he saying though
Won't use my hands I'ma let them rubberbands go
New b**ch and she bad though my ex a sad ho
Fall off in the club pants saggin' smoking mad dro
Mad dog I'ma grind full time I can't slow up
Fifty grand with the lean all eyes on me I can't pour up
Michael Jackson bad all these h**s calling me thriller
Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as
Get em
Cause I get 'em