BISHOP LAMONT - Get 'Em lyrics

rate me

Hear the word, L.A

Riverside, that’s right

San Diego,Ocean Side

We can hit the liquor store

See I drink it all

Smash the bottle like Jimmy

I don’t party much

Never been that type of nigga

I trip a nigga yeah

All about my figures

Self-employed fellow yeah

But I can handle the business

I don’t show guns on Instagram

Or talk shit on Twitter

Just get it directly

Gonna make it worse

Take it pass the verse

End up in rehearse

Momma cryin’ at church

Screamin’ : Lord , it hurts

All I do is get a word

And my niggaz ballin’ first

It’s like

Get them blood

Get them cops

Get them loose

Nigga what ,what?

Get them blood

Get them cops

Get them loose

Nigga what ,what?

Get them blood

Get them cops

Get them loose

Nigga what ,what?

Get them blood

Get them cops

And all my Mexican riders be like

Kill them home

Watch your baby shakin’ hips

And lickin’ lips ,she hypnotic

But I’m all about my logic

Nigga fuck a bitch

If it don’t make dollars

Then it don’t make sense

I love her pussy

Love getting there

But bitch not as much as I love getting bread

I’m on some murder shit

Finally getting money

Hate liquor, suck a fat dick

But you probably like that

So faggets strike that

Forgive me God

But stayin’ positive is hard

I hear the devil laughing at me sometimes

Is this real or just a figment inside my mind?

Never mind,

I just hope and look for sunshine

But niggas always testing;

Don't cross the fucking line

Get them blood

Get them cops

Get them loose

Nigga what ,what?

Get them blood

Get them cops

Get them loose

Nigga what ,what?

Get them blood

Get them cops

Get them loose

Nigga what ,what?

Get them blood

Get them cops

And all my Mexican riders be like

Kill them home

The night running red lights

I’m kind of drunk

Lookin’ for the police

As I do my thing

Fuck and beat you up

Slow down and let me ride

Music back-up , windows rolled down

Pull up to a light

Next to some niggaz

A voice in my head sayin’

Pray and be good nigga

But you’re just paranoic

Cause my finger is on the trigger

Green light and keep rollin’

Keep goin’

Get up and get gas

Up the window hand them cash

Give me 30

You don’t make

And I’ll make a dash

As I’m walking back

I always watch my back

That’s when I’m sayin’

Motherfuckers pull up in that

Get them blood

Get them cops

Get them loose

Nigga what ,what?

Get them blood

Get them cops

Get them loose

Nigga what ,what?

Get them blood

Get them cops

Get them loose

Nigga what ,what?

Get them blood

Get them cops

And all my Mexican riders be like

Kill them home