Gettin’ At Em lyrics

[Intro – Billy Blue]
I roll up on em, I’m looking at em
I’m grinning at em, f*ck it I’m getting at em

[Verse 1 – Billy Blue]
You a hater n*gga? Well I’m a hater too
I got it on my mind, f*ck you n*ggas want to do?
I hate hoes, they hate me
They got a problem with the swag, all black tees
How I feel about a n*gga, b*tch, ask me
Riding through the hood, chopper on the back seat
Had to murk a n*gga cuz he tried to steal my CO
Don’t know about him but that ain’t how we roll
I’m here full [?], pus*y n*gga you’s a zero
Got the kryptonite out for you motherf*cking heros
You balling in the club, sucking di*k up on the d-low
I ain’t got to say his name, but best believe that he know
You said [x3] pus*y n*gga
You said [x3] holler at em bro!

[Hook – Billy Blue]
I’m getting at em, I’m getting at em
Throw up a finger at em, just know I’m getting at em
Woah, f*ck n*gga, ho n*gga, sucka n*gga, broke n*gga
sh*t real around here but you ain’t know n*gga?
What I got to murk a n*gga just to show n*ggas?
I’m getting at em [x3]
Throw up a finger at em
I’m getting at em [x3]
Throw up a finger at em
[Verse 2 – Billy Blue]
I’m sliding on em, like it’s electric
I’m on the top floor, get on my level b*tch
I watch n*ggas, stop n*ggas
And if he slipping best believe I’m gonna drop n*ggas
Ho n*ggas never gonna catch me riding with that
Run up in the spot, zone man where the sack at?
You see the strap, you see your life
You see these n*ggas, they running through your wife
I’m gutter n*gga, ain’t like these other n*ggas
Real talk, I don’t pacify sucker n*ggas
f*ck I look like? Somebody’s daddy n*gga?
Hand on the trigger, I’m feeling happy n*gga
Dead [x14]

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Young Chris]
I’m sliding up, you don’t why they hide up
Hit while they ain’t looking, tie em up and ride em, what?
pus*ys, I’m getting at em, pointing the pistol at em
She want two 23s, spraying the missiles at em
F and F fiftys, caliber’s up to 50
Forever street, ho ass cowards ain’t f*cking with me
n*gga that’s how we serve em, hit em up, we plot to murder
We loading up the lead, we shoot them motherf*ckers dead
It’s murder, death, homicide
Race like me, you got to ride
b*tch I gets to it, I’m a hustler, ain’t no 9 to 5
I f*cks with n*ggas that flip that work
Block on a Saturday, sh*t that shirt
Got some n*ggas AK shooters
That’ll go strap up and get cats murked
Guns go bang, I let my nuts hang on you pus*y
We rang, them brand new machines
Yeah this is how we really do, this Young Chris and Billy Blue
Make some noise for MIA let’s show these n*ggas how Philly do
[Hook]