Gettin At Em' - Billy Blue, Young Chris

I roll up on em, I’m looking at em

I’m grinning at em, fuck it I’m getting at em

You a hater nigga?

Well I’m a hater too

I got it on my mind, fuck you niggas want to do?

I hate hoes, they hate me

They got a problem with the swag, all black tees

How I feel about a nigga, bitch, ask me

Riding through the hood, chopper on the back seat

Had to murk a nigga cuz he tried to steal my CO

Don’t know about him but that ain’t how we roll

I’m here full, pussy nigga you’s a zero

Got the kryptonite out for you motherfucking heros

You balling in the club, sucking dick up on the d-low

I ain’t got to say his name, but best believe that he know

You said pussy nigga

You said holler at em bro!

I’m getting at em, I’m getting at em

Throw up a finger at em, just know I’m getting at em

Woah, fuck nigga, ho nigga, sucka nigga, broke nigga

Shit real around here but you ain’t know nigga?

What I got to murk a nigga just to show niggas?

I’m getting at em

Throw up a finger at em

I’m getting at em

Throw up a finger at em

I’m sliding on em, like it’s electric

I’m on the top floor, get on my level bitch

I watch niggas, stop niggas

And if he slipping best believe I’m gonna drop niggas

Ho niggas never gonna catch me riding with that

Run up in the spot, zone man where the sack at?

You see the strap, you see your life

You see these niggas, they running through your wife

I’m gutter nigga, ain’t like these other niggas

Real talk, I don’t pacify sucker niggas

Fuck I look like?

Somebody’s daddy nigga?

Hand on the trigger, I’m feeling happy nigga

Dead

I’m sliding up, you don’t why they hide up

Hit while they ain’t looking, tie em up and ride em, what?

Pussys, I’m getting at em, pointing the pistol at em

She want two 23s, spraying the missiles at em

F and F fiftys, caliber’s up to 50

Forever street, ho ass cowards ain’t fucking with me

Nigga that’s how we serve em, hit em up, we plot to murder

We loading up the lead, we shoot them motherfuckers dead

It’s murder, death, homicide

Race like me, you got to ride

Bitch I gets to it, I’m a hustler, ain’t no 9 to 5

I fucks with niggas that flip that work

Block on a Saturday, shit that shirt

Got some niggas AK shooters

That’ll go strap up and get cats murked

Guns go bang, I let my nuts hang on you pussy

We rang, them brand new machines

Yeah this is how we really do, this Young Chris and Billy Blue

Make some noise for MIA let’s show these niggas how Philly do