Get Here (feat. Lil Migo & J90)

I bought a draco I turned around bought my brother one And I'm sick of these staken hoes You know my ex bitch, she a dirty one And my bankroll can't fold (no) I got a bag but I want another one And my young niggas gon blow We give your mame headshot and your daughter one (yea) I'm from McKenzie I don't squash no beef I proved to Ops I don't let shit slide I don't give a fuck about them pussy ass niggas They killed the woo so I'm not gon let that ride I'm purging shit so my Ops gon hide (yea) I'm still street nigga so I had to go legit My mama told me "son don't down them bricks, I seen a whole lot of niggas die on them bricks" I seen my cousin, cross my cousin So I don't fuck with my cousin (my blood) I got some homie who still rep the set I don't even fuck with. I got a bad bitch, she so fine But that lil hoe a lil work, she a thug You know I'm going in the club with a choppa So don't even try to search me, pussy ass nigga Get your bitch ass back nigga I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made Take the cutter off the cutter that's a switch blade I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made Take the cutter off the cutter that's a switch blade I make em, get here I made em,, get here I make em,, get here I made em, get here I make em, get here I made em, get here I make em, get here I made em, get here I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made Take the color off the color that's a switch blade I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made Take the color off the color that's a switch blade I made em, get here I make em, get here I made em, get here I make em,, get here I made em, get here I make em, get here I made em, get here I make em, get here Make em get here, wrap em up then I send em Bitch wanna fuck a nigga cause I'm colder then December No, Im hanging with them members you know that be the killas Rock you asleep with no killa, ive made a living off dealing Fuck it, let's talk about commas I'm trying to count up the money Im trying to throw up the hundreds Im trapping on Sunday, praying on Monday Trapping on in Js and stepping on niggas I pushing these pounds like Tyson Plug in we just got Hit em with led I give em my 90 You know I run with the gang Heavy camp all on my chain Caught that bull up on the frame Look what he did, died for the fame Fuck em, we gon keep on hustling Trapping out some Making deals on up the corner Ducking lower Head got charger then so muscle Make em dance, no Usher Take the clip out this a cutter I made em, get here I make em, get here I made em, get here I make em,, get here I made em, get here I make em, get here I made em, get here I make em, get here I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made Take the color off the color that's a switch blade I can't fuck with you nigga cause you bitch made Take the color off the color that's a switch blade