daembm - Go Get It Lyrics

These niggas crazy as hell, these niggas stupid as f*ck, niggas ain't with me to get that shit, bro
Bending blocks on a Sunday I gotta go get it, niggas talking and shit, talking and stuff
Boy, I'm gone
Said bending blocks on a Sunday, I gotta go get it

If you play chase the money, send shots at his fittied
Yeah you niggas be cap, spit it out or get with it
Said don't spin over here on this side it get wicked
Said these niggas be pussy as f*ck, I can feel it

Having dreams and nightmares like milly
Said a nigga gon' die where he chillin',
We get the lo, Start to spin like that shit on the ceiling
Pop out with that hammer, whack shit like it's whack-a-mole
I pull in that hemi, I bet that I tax the hoe

I'm a young, rich nigga, I don't pay no taxes tho
If he spend on this side, he gon' die, that's how Texas go
Said these niggas be lame as the f*ck, I know they ain't gon' spin
Pop out on his block
And then f*ck around, hit up his kin

Know we spinning soon we get the pin
This shit straight off the head with no pad and no pen
You can't jump in this water, watch the dummy dive in
Niggas pissing me off, I'm starting to sin with a grin

I've been sipping wockheart baby bottle that's glued to my hand
Whole gang got a stick, pull up beating shit just like a band
Glock .45 with a button, kick shit Jackie Chan
He tryna fight, I let the pole throw hands

Get the bitch in the back of the truck and go ham
I get the bitch in the back of the truck and go stupid
Know these niggas be cuffing these throw aways
No, I can't get no love to these hoes anyway

Pop out on the f*ck nigga block any day
And we spinningfor real, I just wait for the say
I might wait a lil' minute and get the niggas gone in may
Pop up for the summer like hey

Said many blocks on a Sunday, I gotta go get it
If you play chase the money, send shots at his fitted
Yeah, you niggas be cap, spit it out and get with it
I said don't spend over here on this side and get wicked

These niggas be pussy as f*ck, I can feel it
Have them dreams and nightmares like milly
Said a nigga gone die where he chillin'
We get the lo start to spin like the shit on the ceiling

Pop out with that hammer, whack shit like it's whack-a-mole
Said I pull up in that hemi, I bet that I tax the hoes