Get Em Left Lyrics

Yop

Come on

Guap, huh

Damn this bitch stressed me out, made me get a Breeze

My dawg in here trippin' in the party, they done made us leave

Treat dog like a pussy, chase him with a beam

Said that nice guys finish last, but all my niggas mean

Yeah we comin' for the top spot

Hit the button, make him disconnect like a

Hotspot

Catch that one nigga out, get his top dropped

Flash on this bitch like a camera, get an opp cropped

G-man in my PSD, fuck a lockbox

Caught a nigga dancin' with his chop, made him pop lock

Yo man's never in the field, he on opp watch

Chop hit him, turned his oversized into a crop

Top

Hold on, get him left, get him left

If you lookin' for yo mans, he in the box to the left

Brother think he Curry, shoot the three just like Steph

Fat woods really punchin', got me runnin' out of breath

Don't be around these niggas, I just kick it by myself

I don't work at Walmart, I'm puttin' niggas on the shelf

Why you hating, heard that's bad for your health

Big bag like I'm Santa, yo shit small like an elf

Hold on

Never need a crowd, get lit by myself

Fuckin' with an opp bitch, I'm finna line myself

Told her I cannot be with her, I'm tryna find myself

How fast can I touch a 10, I'm finna time myself

Bitch, I'm used to takin' drugs, too much pain I felt

Woke up, forgot I dyed my hair, almost sprayed myself

I can never be like you, cause I don't hate myself

I ain't really tryna shit on niggas, I'm finna make myself

I don't play FarmVille, I be chasin' chicken Really I been workin' on my craft, tryna stay consistent

Nigga, if you don't got my guap, you finna come up missin

Lil bro always sack chasin', so he come up blitzin

Worried bout who in my phone, had to block her digits

She gon' get her feelings hurtin', better mind yo business

I ain't tryna have no baby shorty, I ain't kidding

Gang cold with this rap shit, but them niggas spinning

Trippin' on this beat, almost fell and shit

I got loud bows on me, nigga you can smell this shit

Put my dawg to the test, he almost failed that shit

Long live PopZ, swear he only used Zelle and shit

Free my nigga Deedo, yeah they got him in that cell and shit

How you say you moved the bag? You ain't sellin' shit

Got a nigga shook when he seen me, he was pale as shit

Tired of niggas actin' like they tough, but be frail as shit

Hold on, get him left, get him left

If you lookin' for yo mans, he in the box to the left

Brother think he Curry, shoot the three, just like Steph

Fat woods really punchin', got me runnin' out of breath

Hold on, get him left, get him left

If you lookin' for yo mans, he in the box to the left

Brother think he Curry, shoot the three, just like Steph

Fat woods really punchin', got me runnin' out of breath

Guap