Ace Hood - Get Him lyrics

[Chorus] You ain't coming around here talking all that sh** Talking about look at all them bricks I'ma have to come around your way n***a I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your mama stay Act like I don't know where you lay Better act right before I get uptight Act up I'ma let the automatic spray Get them Boy there he go Get them Boy there he go Get them Blocker, blocker, blocker, blocker Boy there he go Get them Boy there he go Get them Boy there he go Get them Blocker, blocker, blocker, blocker Boy there he go [Verse 1] Hold up, where they at? Khaled, dog let me get them Gun co*ked, where his children? No talk, time to get them Fake n***as going to make me k** them Make his body shiver like he naked in a river Matter of fact I'ma leave him in the river Come and get him when it's winter, n***a holler back I'm gutter, I told you that Roc boy, b**h Hova back Tell you we moving them slabs of crack See n***a you a lie like Pac is back Bend you n***as all cramped, and your homie won't last See you something like paper tags Don't make me slide them MACs To save one blast and get his a** [Chorus] [Verse 2] Now let me get him when I walk up in the place Put the pace in your face, tell them give me that cake f** n***as and I really don't think That I know where they lay, duct tape they face Pop pop, unload that K Then we leave them and we find them in a couple of days p**y n***as know where you lay Acting like I don't know where you stay Running out your mouth that you n***as too fake Telling other n***as that you rule them thangs (What?) You ain't about that lie (Huh?) You ain't got no stride (Nah) You really grind Leave them in the streets till the D-boys find them Dumb n***as and the honking on the grind in the middle of the town We gon' g-g-get them [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now who am I motherf**ers want to know When I pull up in a Rover, they know that it's over Big hold and your body like coasters Creep, creep we deep with soldiers Black hoes that'll carry that toaster Hot head now they calling me Folgers But still creep in Adidas with them heaters and them meters When I see where your family at Pop pop, just call me Ace Slump n***as I'ma call you dead Click clack, now your T-shirt red Hand them a tampon No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on And I take your man's arm Leave his body slumped in the damn yard [Chorus]