Go Get Em (Explicit) - Kodak Black/Rob49
Lyrics by：Bill K. Kapri/Carl Paul/Robert Coleman Thomas
Composed by：Bill K. Kapri/Carl Paul/Robert Coleman Thomas
Produced by：LoaditupCarl
Carl Paul
KTB Kutthroat Bill Kutthroat Business
Kill that boy kill that ***** too
Load it up Carl
While my heart would turn to gold it made my head more harder
I never seen lil' whoadie say that he don't want no problem
I don't wanna go back up the road I gotta be more smarter
But I'ma probably pour a four of the piña colada
Told my older ***** don't try to show her age on me
She might feel like she got more game and try to play lil' homie
I'm ******* with what you sayin' I ain't got nothin' against it
You say you real so I'ma let you show me how you steppin'
The president let me out of prison I'ma keep buyin' presis
I'ma get up and run go get 'em it's on my mind Melly
I went and zapped in I fell back I'm ready already
I'm ready already I'm ready already
They say that dope got ******* locked you pushin' all fetty
The way you bust out with that wap they know it's all fetty
I spent a million at the jewelry store last summer
It get better you can't be scared of bein' uncomfortable
I'm a raw lil' nigga I ain't finna die takin' Percs
I just went through with the formula I prayed and it worked
I could **** with this baby she work and stay in the church
She be prayin' that I be safe she pray that I don't get murked
Purple specks on the bud I guess we're smokin' that purp
Yeah
Purple specks on that bud yeah I'm smokin' that purp nigga
Yeah
Niggas be movin' homicidal and they don't want no problems
Yeah
Should've thought about that **** them niggas shot up my mama
Shot up my mama
Product of the projects damn near broke his wrist tryna make a nine stretch
Yeah
They ain't tryna stalk and go t-shirt **** we'll do it ourself
Do it ourself
I ain't 'bout to die takin' pills
Yeah
They can't just talk around me extra niggas gotta come show me they real
Come show me they real
We was tryna go rob the gamblin' table young Duncan live with no filler
Yeah
I don't talk too much I get niggas smacked go ask my project I'm him
Project I'm him
You the one who said they super solid niggas told on my son
Yeah
Put my heart aside
Yeah
My **** been broke too many times by niggas who I think ridin'
Who I think ridin'
Told 'em don't pick that side but niggas still went and chose that side
Chose that side
Told 'em don't cross that line 'cause they know damn well they gon' die
Yeah
As soon as they cross that line
Hey
I control my niggas
Hey
Bag so big I ain't send no hitter I make your family get you
Your family get you
Keep actin' like we don't know you lay your head leave you in that pillow
Ayy
And puttin' us in that pickle behind God G 'cause that's my nigga
That's my nigga
Niggas can't tell me different woo
Yeah
