Hannon Lane - Get 'Em lyrics

[Intro] (You are watching a master at work) Yeah, haha Drama, I'm back Dedication 2, bi I ain't gonna even wait on em I'mma get em now Get 'em! My block pumping And I'm trying to keep that ho pumping If n***as snitching Then I let them n***as hold something If n***a owe something Need a doctors note from him Or his throat from him [Verse 1] These lil n***as Thinking they fresh Get whipped out ya clothes young'n I got it all But I'll beat you like you stole sumthin My b**h trippin' Say I treat her like my old woman I tell the b**h I'm probably better off with no woman Yeah I get that brand new money I'm the boss, b**h I'm touching every dollar that's coming Stop playing I know what I'm doing Let me get 'em I hope his kids not with him Y'all motherf**ers know me I'm a rider in the side of the south Got the money in the mattress And the guns in the couch What up? Putting out co*kroaches in the ashtray It's payday til my last day Yeah Walking that line With a lot on my mind I get that money Never dropping a dime I don't hate, never, not on my time I'll put that little red dot on ya mind Talking that crime But a lot of 'em lying I'm Caught on the grind Never get off my grind I'm a Pimp to these hoes Not a pimp in my mind Nah And everybody know I'm sharp when I ride Hop out that new Ferrari With that little horse on the side Yeah Zoom-zoom, b**h Ride a n***a broom, witch Half a ki wet Stinking up your whole room, b**h Now break out the perfume, b**h And n***as come from out that beach I'm in that water like a cruise ship Straight up Tell ‘em I do's this One pistol Two clips I aim at lips Wayne that sh** sh** on y'all Given to you from the God I am the God [Bridge] Yeah, Weezy Baby The God, that's right, heh [Verse 2] Yeah Money on my mind Money-money on my mental Super-super soaker Wet a n***a like a swim suit I think they sipping on that 'I Can f** With Him' juice Test me if ya wanna bet Man, I'll knock a limb loose I ain't never scared I'm protected everywhere And if a n***a disrespect me Then he shall be buried there That's my word Got a urge To hit a n***a and swerve And them birds in the tree Get shot down to my feet It's me Motherf**er, what's better to see? And when ya greedy like me Ain't nothing better than beef See I would meet Each one of you n***as in the street Then eat And pick you little b**hes out my teeth Shout out To the green and red stitches in my tee, n***a With no Gucci I'm a double-G n***a My brothers, you have sinned And the God I am Amen