Gotta Get You Gone Lyrics

Ayy, this shit me', Nigga, this shit all wrote' in the books Nigga

You get in that shit you get in the stu and just rap your shit on , nigga

Just rappin' shit all night, we on nigga now

Ayy, I can't feel all that lean in my body

I can't feel all these hoes in my phone, nigga

I can't fit all these hoes in my home, nigga

No I can't fit all these hoes in my, yeah

I can't fit all these hoes in my phone, nigga

Say I can't fit all these hoes in my home, nigga

So I'm still swimin' round with that chrome nigga

Try to move it wrong, then we gotta get you gone, nigga

Hollow tips burn, and we still steppin

For a nigga talk shit, teach his ass to lesson

Shh, we gon' get him missin

I don't really give a fuck, I got that choppa with me

Had that choppa with me, and you know it hold a 50

Had my other choppa with me, yeah, it hold a hundred

And I'm still movin', nigga, yeah, I'm havin' motion

You can come through on the block and get hit with the 40

I don't like all that drama, nigga, get the llama

We gon' blow that nigga's shit up like we Osama

President like Obama, keep money like Oprah

Like YB said, the choppa on my shoulder

You can play, bitch, I swear to God I'll show you soon

Got your bitch from the back, and I know she comin

You called, she said she was comin', huh, nigga

Yeah, you know she comin', yeah, you know your bitch a thot

Yeah, you know she sluttin', yeah, I'm really pullin' up

Y'all niggas hatin' on me, I was finna say

Y'all niggas hate like Joe Budden

But for that shit, I'm finna slide up on your cousin

Takin' military chances when I'm on the block

I'm takin' military chances, bitch, I hold a Glock

I wet a nigga block up like it was a pool

Before a nigga talk, send his stupid ass to school

When we slidin' on the block, lil' bitch, we hold a nine

Nigga talkin' shit, his whole family dying

Bitch, I'm real, nigga, you better recognize

We gon' slide on him, hit him with that fire

Shoot a nigga house, I shot it a few times

Get that money, nigga, yeah, I'm finna close the chapter

I spin around, then shoot 25 a nigga

I spin around again and shoot 25 after

Fifty-five choppers, fifty-five Glocks

That's a lot of guns, that's a lot of shots

See them bodies drop, see them bullets fly

Nigga, yeah, you hot, get up off the block