billy blue - gettin' at em lyrics
[intro – billy blue]
i roll up on em, i’m looking at em
i’m grinning at em, f-ck it i’m getting at em
[verse 1 – billy blue]
you a hater n-gga? well i’m a hater too
i got it on my mind, f-ck you n-ggas want to do?
i hate hoes, they hate me
they got a problem with the swag, all black tees
how i feel about a n-gga, b-tch, ask me
riding through the hood, chopper on the back seat
had to murk a n-gga cuz he tried to steal my co
don’t know about him but that ain’t how we roll
i’m here full [?], p-ssy n-gga you’s a zero
got the kryptonite out for you motherf-cking heros
you balling in the club, sucking d-ck up on the d-low
i ain’t got to say his name, but best believe that he know
you said [x3] p-ssy n-gga
you said [x3] holler at em bro!
[hook – billy blue]
i’m getting at em, i’m getting at em
throw up a finger at em, just know i’m getting at em
woah, f-ck n-gga, ho n-gga, sucka n-gga, broke n-gga
sh-t real around here but you ain’t know n-gga?
what i got to murk a n-gga just to show n-ggas?
i’m getting at em [x3]
throw up a finger at em
i’m getting at em [x3]
throw up a finger at em
[verse 2 – billy blue]
i’m sliding on em, like it’s electric
i’m on the top floor, get on my level b-tch
i watch n-ggas, stop n-ggas
and if he slipping best believe i’m gonna drop n-ggas
ho n-ggas 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 n-ggas, they running through your wife
i’m gutter n-gga, ain’t like these other n-ggas
real talk, i don’t pacify sucker n-ggas
f-ck i look like? somebody’s daddy n-gga?
hand on the trigger, i’m feeling happy n-gga
dead [x14]
[hook]
[verse 3 – young chris]
i’m sliding up, you don’t why they hide up
hit while they ain’t looking, tie em up and ride em, what?
p-ssys, 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 -ss cowards ain’t f-cking with me
n-gga that’s how we serve em, hit em up, we plot to murder
we loading up the lead, we shoot them motherf-ckers dead
it’s murder, death, homicide
race like me, you got to ride
b-tch i gets to it, i’m a hustler, ain’t no 9 to 5
i f-cks with n-ggas that flip that work
block on a sat-rday, sh-t that shirt
got some n-ggas ak shooters
that’ll go strap up and get cats murked
guns go bang, i let my nuts hang on you p-ssy
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 n-ggas how philly do
[hook]
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