Get Rid of Em lyrics

Get rid of them
That n*gga is pitiful
I do not f*ck with no interviews
I'm a show you what a sinner do
sh*t got me feeling so cynical
Kill a f*ck n*gga for ridicule
Shooting until it is critical
Turning to living to spiritual
Hundreds and 50s they come individual
Counting up money dis sh*t is a ritual
Bussin these plays while lay in the living room
I'ma get rich everywhere that I go to
Yf you don't got it my n*gga I got you
Play with this sh*t then its dead on arrival
n*gga money is my only idol

n*ggas Be singing just like a recital
I do the sh*t that I do
n*gga my life is a Bible
Blue hunnits looking so tidal
If u is broke I is libel
I do not care what the title do
Better keep pistols in side of u
n*gga it's pus*y inside of u
n*ggA it's part of yo attitude
Better jus show a lil gratitudе
And these n*ggas b snitching like scapppy do
And a young n*gga see what that cappin do
Rat n*gga I call his a ratatouillе
Big gat b*tch this is the end of u
Get back unless you is finna shoot
Yo ho is trying to get sexual
Her top is too impeccable
These rack is so incredible
My Gang is too impenetrable
Each gun got a Reticle
Dese drugs from the medical
I can't put no pus*y on top of a pedestal
Smokin exotic and sippin a edible
Free all my n*ggas that's sitting in federal
That sh*t is unbearable
Get rid of them
That n*gga is pitiful
I do not f*ck with no interviews
I'm a show you what a sinner do
sh*t got me feeling so cynical
Kill a f*ck n*gga for ridicule
Shooting until it is critical
Turning to living to spiritual
Hundreds and 50s they come individual
Counting up money dis sh*t is a ritual
Bussin these plays while lay in the living room
I'ma get rich everywhere that I go to
Yf you don't got it my n*gga I got you
Play with this sh*t then its dead on arrival
n*gga money is my only idol