Kevin Gates - Get Em Lyrics

Kevin Gates – Get Em Lyrics

They goes looking like they’re mad
What a man dog, won’t lose my hand
I’mma let ’em up with bansco
Looking him, he’s mad, my ex sad hores
Fallow us in the club, can’t see they’re smoking bad wide
Mad dog, I’mma gravel the time I ‘aitn slow
I made a grave with a laid, I laze on me, I can’t go up
Michal Jackson dad always told me gorilla
Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as ‘get em’

’cause I get em, nigga like mosquitoes
I baled migga like pomp cakes, got two nigga like ‘
Wanna do something it’s nothing
This one goes after those, how left ego all day
Hustle side up the side off
I try to get of all day
I’m grain nigga shot, its fire, they got me see this shit different
Whole up liars, infinite to truck ‘

Now mosquitoes but fuck sleeping
That nigga a fuck boy cant’ touch people, no much either
Out fly with a low muff nigga broke your jog, you found out
Round the bus, don’t fuck with me
If they fuck with me then its blow, blow
…got tattoos on my neck, no body needs no body
Now, I say cut the check

They goes looking like they’re mad
What a man dog, won’t leave my hand
I’mma let ’em up with bansco
Looking him, he’s mad, my ex sad hores
Fallow us in the club, can’t see they’re smoking bad wide
Mad dog, I’mma gravel the time I ‘aitn slow
I made a grave with a laid, I laze on me, I can’t go up
Michal Jackson dad always told me gorilla
Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as ‘get em’

Cause I’mma get ’em
‘
Sad style with the left foot
Right hand leads like I lead
I’mma shit talking ’bout red book
Play G. with me best look
‘aint gonna play by my left foot
Feel ‘
Gonna be fix with my sound dog,
..
Nigga’s can’t strep with the strong doses
‘doctor visits, feel sourest with out my permission
Taking my conditions, talk to dashiest
Feel the world then move for me
‘aint got no cure for me, the bitch say pool for me
All the scene that I ‘
Stay for nothing, you are dying for something?
…just with the jail
‘
Rising bills we never know
I make money, I sacrifice
They say, life’s a gamble
For example, better dye

They goes looking like they’re mad
What a man dog, won’t leave my hand
I’mma let ’em up with bansco
Looking him, he’s mad, my ex sad hores
Fallow us in the club, can’t see they’re smoking bad wide
Mad dog, I’mma gravel the time I ‘aitn slow
I made a grave with a laid, I laze on me, I can’t go up
Michal Jackson dad always told me gorilla
Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as ‘get em’
’cause I get ’em

[Kevin Gates – Get Em Lyrics]