Get Em Gone ft. 556chris, Hotboy Fat & C4drako Lyrics

Dissin' on the gang, we get 'em gone

Slide on 'em, we gon' get 'em gone, yeah

VG YBT

Put 'em on a tee

Slime

Ridin' with my brothers, yeah

Make a diss, we bring that cryin' to your mother yeah

Choppa, baw, bitch I'm ridin' with that cutter, yeah

Get that money, and get straight up out the gutter, yeah

Nigga steady dissin' on the gang, we gon' get 'em gone

Slide on 'em, we gon' get 'em gone

Fire on me, we gon' get 'em gone

Catch a opp, we gon' get 'em gone

Bitch I'm ridin' in that Tesla, and I'm strapped up with that switch

They be hatin' on us young niggas, they see we gettin' rich

My youngin pop a Perky, he gon shoot it like streamin' on Twitch

Bigfoot, steady steppin', ready to step on a bitch

Catch that lil' nigga in traffic, I pull out the glizzy, I put that bitch right on his dome

I ain't duckin' no opps, if you want smoke, then we finna drop the lo

Heartless nigga, bitch I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts, you know I'm ready to up on the chrome

You know I'm ready to up on the score, do his ass dirty, he won't make it home

Glock with a switch, that bitch go fast

My bitch in the back, just throwin' that ass

Nigga play with me, I'm gon' fuck round and crash

Nigga diss on the net get a body bag

Toe tag, hit 'em up, I walk 'em down, come pick me up

Yo head in the closet, you gettin' stuck

And fuck them opp niggas, they know what's up

Ay, fuck them opp niggas, they know what's up

Opp niggas, they know what's up

Nigga, I hop out the car and I'm workin' the switch

Glock go fast, it turnt like a bitch

Hit his top, no passes, leave that boy in a ditch

Got a big body bag for a witness or snitch

Ridin' with my brothers, yeah

Make a diss, we bring that cryin' to your mother yeah

Choppa, baw, bitch I'm ridin' with that cutter, yeah

Get that money, and get straight up out the gutter, yeah

Nigga steady dissin' on the gang, we gon' get 'em gone

Slide on 'em, we gon' get 'em gone

Fire on me, we gon' get 'em gone

Catch a opp, we gon' get 'em gone

That nigga a hoe, I'm pullin' his cards

That nigga run, he won't make it far

Keep on dissin', get sent with the stars

Them niggas soft, but they actin' hard

Smokin' yo brother, that nigga a pack

Don't try to run, you get hit in your back

Fuck that bitch, hit that bitch from the back

If I tell you "Pop out", nigga why would you lack?

Why you talk out your neck, and get hit in your neck?

Just like a pussy, I'm leavin 'em wet

I get it in, I'm not tryna flex

She talkin' 'bout goals, but I want some sex

Bitch that's all I want

Nigga say he slidin', but no he don't

Pick up a gun, and get off your phone

Play with the gang, get hit in your dome, bitch

Let the 50 blow

Niggas sorry, but like fuck 'em, what's your pity for?

Got no time, I'm chasin' bags, I'm just to get and go

Caught him reloading, nigga screamin', he like "Sorry, bro"

Fuck the opps, we give 'em smoke

Choppa, see through mags

Shit blowin' gas

Told him wear a mask

This shit trigger asthma

Fill up body bags

Run, we don't write passes

Fuck jail, might catch me a bail, 'cuz we got a lot of cash

Ridin' with my brothers, yeah

Make a diss, we bring that cryin' to your mother yeah

Choppa, baw, bitch I'm ridin' with that cutter, yeah

Get that money, and get straight up out the gutter, yeah

Nigga steady dissin' on the gang, we gon' get 'em gone

Slide on 'em, we gon' get 'em gone

Fire on me, we gon' get 'em gone

Catch a opp, we gon' get 'em gone

You know what it is

VG YBT, we put a ol' fuck nigga face up on a tee

Nah for real, you know what the fuck going on

Shoutout my nigga Lil Y, shoutout Fat, shoutout all them niggas

Ay, you thought we was done bitch? Nah

Ride with my brothers, I ride with my bros

Lil Chris, how you comin'? Give 'em some more

Give 'em some more, I pass her to bro

He diss on the gang, get motherfuckin' smoked

She callin' my phone, won't leave me alone

He play with the gang, get hit in your dome

I do it for real, you do it in a song

You play with the gang, get hit in his dome

Pull up on him where he stay

He thinkin' he's gang, so he cannot play

We fuckin' now, I'ma nut in her face

If he say he want smoke, he gon' get out the way

I'ma pull up in that big body Wraith

If you speak on the gang, you get shot in your face

If you ain't talkin' money, then get out the way

Bitch I don't get tired, like I'm Kevin Gates

Gang