Southside - Get Whacked lyrics

[Intro: Blac Youngsta] Robbed, k**ed or kidnapped Everybody runnin' with straps, that's a fact Know my n***as got my back Whacked, whacked, whacked, whacked, whacked Robbed, k**ed or kidnapped Everybody runnin' with straps, that's a fact Know my n***as got my back, they protect me with the Mac Your big homie... f** n***a Lil' n***a, lil' n***a Lil' b**h, lil' b**h [Hook: Blac Youngsta: & Waka Flocka] f** with me, you get whacked Robbed, k**ed or kidnapped Everybody runnin' with straps, that's a fact Know my n***as got my back, they protect me with the Mac Your big homie he a rat n***as ridin', screamin', "blrrr, blrrr, blrrr, blrrr" Choppa with the shoulder strap Where these p**y n***as at? Robbed, k**ed or kidnapped Everybody runnin' with straps, that's a fact Know my n***as got my back, they protect me with the Mac Your big homie he a rat n***as ridin', screamin', "blrrr, blrrr, blrrr, blrrr" Choppa with the [?] strap Where these p**y n***as at? [Verse 1: Blac Youngsta & Waka Flocka] Rappers k** me with their war stories Shot once, that's way glory Four rings on me like Robert Horry Never by myself cause the pistol on me Hear these n***as talkin', come and take it from me Get your brother whacked for a quarter birdie Let 'em gun sound, let 'em gun sound They turned down, got no buds We're poured up, we're on d** I advice y'all not to f** with us We shoot first, ask questions later Pull up on 'em like, what's happenin' Poppin' boys in the hood, I'm the big homie d**h row Suge, man, these n***as know us They cross the line, n***a [Hook: Blac Youngsta: & Waka Flocka] f** with me, you get whacked Robbed, k**ed or kidnapped Everybody runnin' with straps, that's a fact Know my n***as got my back, they protect me with the Mac Your big homie he a rat n***as ridin', screamin', "blrrr, blrrr, blrrr, blrrr" Choppa with the shoulder strap Where these p**y n***as at? Robbed, k**ed or kidnapped Everybody runnin' with straps, that's a fact Know my n***as got my back, they protect me with the Mac Your big homie he a rat n***as ridin', screamin', "blrrr, blrrr, blrrr, blrrr" Choppa with the shoulder strap Where these p**y n***as at? [Verse 2: Blac Youngsta] Regular n***a, baby mama, auntie, sister and grandmama I'ma load them young n***as up right now [?] f** n***a disrespectin' me, so I pulled the gun on him All my lil' n***as with it, they been k**in' out in public Brrrll, brrrll, brrrll, brrrll I'm a big blood, that's a fact Now [?] three, bebop, b**h a blood That's the set that I rep On the set, told my mama I wanna trap Told my mama I wanna rap I keep that strap, and Any n***a run up on me, they get whacked I'm a CMG n***a [Hook: Blac Youngsta: & Waka Flocka] f** with me, you get whacked Robbed, k**ed or kidnapped Everybody runnin' with straps, that's a fact Know my n***as got my back, they protect me with the Mac Your big homie he a rat n***as ridin', screamin', "blrrr, blrrr, blrrr, blrrr" Choppa with the shoulder strap Where these p**y n***as at? Robbed, k**ed or kidnapped Everybody runnin' with straps, that's a fact Know my n***as got my back, they protect me with the Mac Your big homie he a rat n***as ridin', screamin', "blrrr, blrrr, blrrr, blrrr" Choppa with the shoulder strap Where these p**y n***as at?