Go N Get Em Lyrics by King Von (feat. Boss Top)
(Haha, CEO, turn that bitch up)
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Von
We gon’ go and get him (We gon’ go and get him)
And if he ain’t alone, we killin’ everybody with him (Everybody with him)
On my mama, I’m official (I’m official)
And you ain’t gon’ shoot shit, so what you doin’ with that pistol? (What you doin’ with that pistol?)
Magazines for that issue (Magazines)
Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (Mama ass a tissue)
We get to blowin’ like a whistle (Get to blowin’)
Clean out his pile like a pillow
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (Grrah)
On my n*****, I’m that n**** (Yeah)
And I tote a nickel (And I tote a nickel)
I got money, ain’t got feelings (Yeah)
Keep them bitches out your business (Out your business)
Flee the scene, kill the witness (Boom)
Don’t let ’em get you (Boom, boom, boom)
They had money on his head so his best friend just killed him (Boom, boom, boom)
It’s a shame, ain’t no telling what they’ll do (Nah, nah)
N*****’ll play it cool (Play it cool)
N***** fool, had me fool (What?)
I keep fifty on me every time I move (Yeah, I do)
I kept fifty on me when I went to school, I’m a fool (Damn, damn)
We tote sticks, ain’t talkin’ pool (Nah)
Grew up in the zoo, where they hop out and they shoot (Grrah)
Either you eat or you food (Grrah, grrah)
I make ’em think that we cool, set him up and scoom (Boom, boom)
Line ’em up then boom, l hope Heaven got some room (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
We gon’ go and get him (We gon’ go and get him)
And if he ain’t alone, we killin’ everybody with him (Everybody with him)
On my mama, I’m official (I’m official)
And you ain’t gon’ shoot shit, so what you doin’ with that pistol? (What you doin’ with that pistol?)
Magazines for that issue (Magazines)
Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (Mama ass a tissue)
We get to blowin’ like a whistle (Get to blowin’)
Clean out his pile like a pillow
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (Grrah)
I’m Boss Tee and I get busy (Busy)
When it comes to guns, I’m picky, don’t like Rugers, I need a Glizzys (I like Glocks)
Glock .20 with a switch (Brr)
Hunnid hunnids on yo’ head then your shit gon’ be missing (Baow, baow)
Mix the Perky with the Jig’ (Facts)
Fuck all my opps, they dead, put on Rolex watch on Billy (Get ’em smash)
I rock Off-White and Amiri (Drip)
All white water on my neck, you can see these bitches clear (My shit 3D)
Leave him bleedin’ on his period (Wet)
Put ’em on the Internet, everybody eyes teary (Ha)
You can even ask Siri (Ask her)
Be like, “Who run the city?” She gon’ tell you, “O’Block, period” (Brr)
We gon’ go and get him (We gon’ go and get him)
And if he ain’t alone, we killin’ everybody with him (Everybody with him)
On my mama, I’m official (I’m official)
And you ain’t gon’ shoot shit, so what you doin’ with that pistol? (What you doin’ with that pistol?)
Magazines for that issue (Magazines)
Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (Mama ass a tissue)
We get to blowin’ like a whistle (Get to blowin’)
Clean out his pile like a pillow
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (Grrah, grrah)
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