Get Here (feat. Lil Migo & J90)

I bought a draco
 I turned around bought my brother one
 And I'm sick of these staken hoes
 You know my ex bitch, she a dirty one
 And my bankroll can't fold (no)
 I got a bag but I want another one
 And my young niggas gon blow
 We give your mame headshot and your daughter one (yea)
 I'm from McKenzie I don't squash no beef
 I proved to Ops I don't let shit slide
 I don't give a fuck about them pussy ass niggas
 They killed the woo so I'm not gon let that ride
 I'm purging shit so my Ops gon hide (yea)
 I'm still street nigga so I had to go legit
 My mama told me "son don't down them bricks,
 I seen a whole lot of niggas die on them bricks"
 I seen my cousin, cross my cousin
 So I don't fuck with my cousin (my blood)
 I got some homie who still rep the set
 I don't even fuck with.
 I got a bad bitch, she so fine
 But that lil hoe a lil work, she a thug
 You know I'm going in the club with a choppa
 So don't even try to search me, pussy ass nigga
 Get your bitch ass back nigga
 I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made
 Take the cutter off the cutter that's a switch blade
 I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made
 Take the cutter off the cutter that's a switch blade
 I make em, get here
 I made em,, get here
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 I made em, get here
 I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made
 Take the color off the color that's a switch blade
 I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made
 Take the color off the color that's a switch blade
 I made em, get here
 I make em, get here
 I made em, get here
 I make em,, get here
 I made em, get here
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 Make em get here, wrap em up then I send em
 Bitch wanna fuck a nigga cause I'm colder then December
 No, Im hanging with them members you know that be the killas
 Rock you asleep with no killa, ive made a living off dealing
 Fuck it, let's talk about commas
 I'm trying to count up the money
 Im trying to throw up the hundreds
 Im trapping on Sunday, praying on Monday
 Trapping on in Js and stepping on niggas
 I pushing these pounds like Tyson
 Plug in we just got
 Hit em with led I give em my 90
 You know I run with the gang
 Heavy camp all on my chain
 Caught that bull up on the frame
 Look what he did, died for the fame
 Fuck em, we gon keep on hustling
 Trapping out some
 Making deals on up the corner
 Ducking lower
 Head got charger then so muscle
 Make em dance, no Usher
 Take the clip out this a cutter
 I made em, get here
 I make em, get here
 I made em, get here
 I make em,, get here
 I made em, get here
 I make em, get here
 I made em, get here
 I make em, get here
 I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made
 Take the color off the color that's a switch blade
 I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made
 Take the color off the color that's a switch blade