GET UP ON EM' Lyrics

Damn, it's Tom

Wait damn, and I'm still posted on the 9

Pullup I got time too damn yea

Fuck me up bitch you really fuck me up aye

Stackin' all the bands, bitch I'm stackin' all the bucks

Bitch you off them xans if you wanna try ya luck

And he got caught up on my land, pussy now you stuck

Wait, slidin' through, bitch we slidin' through

Bitch thought I was dumb oh she was playing like a fool

Now I gotta fool and imma go buss all my jewels

He think that he like that, we gon' make that nigga food

Make that nigga food, turn him to a pack

I can never lack bitch, I stay wit' my gat

Turn that boy to Ricky, get hit in yo' back

Bitch we smokin' gas, and you smokin' plat

And bitch we smokin' on the za' and bitch we smokin' on the thrash

He ain't really wit' it we gon' get up on his ass

And if you wasn't really wit' me I just put you in the past

And I can see right through that fake bitch I can see right through that glass

Wait, skurt off VROOM, damn, go and do the dash

Bitch I need the cash, bitch I need it fast

And bitch if you ain't talking cash, throw it in the trash

Bitch I'm in my bag, uh I ain't talking glad

Hop up in my bag, bouta hop up in my chi

And you think you know but bitch you don't know me(Damn)

Put em' on a plaque turn him to a trophy (Yeah)

You say I'm a bitch, well you gotta' show me (Yeah)

And ya bitch a thot, bet she wanna blow me

Get hit in ya top, you is not my homie

You get shot playing games, this is not Sony

I knew you was fake bitch, you so phony (Look)

I gotta' move in a different route, I gotta' move in a different house

I gotta' stack it in silence, run up if you got a problem

I gotta' hit him wit' choppas', we gotta' run in his crib

He shouldn't of said what he said and he shouldn't of did what he did

And bitch we smokin' on the za' and bitch we smokin' on the thrash

He ain't really wit' it we gon' get up on his ass

And if you wasn't really wit' me I just put you in the past

And I can see right through that fake bitch I can see right through that glass

Wait, skurt off VROOM, damn, go and do the dash

Bitch I need the cash, bitch I need it fast

And bitch if you ain't talking cash, throw it in the trash

Bitch I'm in my bag, uh I ain't talking glad

Damnnnn

It's Tom wait damn and I'm still posted on the 9

Pullup, I got time too