lirik lagu get up on’em – jdot breezy
[intro]
(thanks, yakree)
(ayo, clipzy, this sh*t raw as h*ll)
go
go, go
[chorus: jdot breezy]
get up on him with that motherf*cker, get the job done
n*gga, we the problem, so don’t motherf*ckin’ try us
boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
n*ggas said they wanted war, so i went out to buy guns
tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, n*gga, try somethin’
n*gga, get your b*tch, i don’t want her, she is triflin’
f*ck her, then i dip, i’m tryna one night somethin’
he got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one
[verse 1: jdot breezy]
he can catch this .556, ar, dracs, and glocks with d*cks
ar got that extra lead, long barrel, no kick
told his ass stay out the way, but he still got his brain hit
i done got some monеy and some fame, i’m still the samе jit
i won’t change up, nah, but my artillery do, that’s facts
n*ggas scared to come outside ’cause if they do, we makin’ packs
see the crowd, pick one out, i just let that chopper latch
.223 gon’ run him down and make his f*ckin’ egg hatch
pick off mine, we pick it back
n*ggas lyin’ ’bout body stats
them n*ggas ain’t turnt like that
them n*ggas ’round there gettin’ whacked
duck, duck, goose, these n*ggas both
ol’ duck*ass n*ggas gettin’ quacked
i done hit up plenty n*ggas, on ralo, boy, and that’s a fact
[chorus: jdot breezy]
get up on him with that motherf*cker, get the job done
n*gga, we the problem, so don’t motherf*ckin’ try us
boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
n*ggas said they wanted war, so i went out to buy guns
tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, n*gga, try somethin’
n*gga, get your b*tch, i don’t want her, she is triflin’
f*ck her, then i dip, i’m tryna one night somethin’
he got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one
[verse 2: spinabenz]
shootin’ off the hip, tweak this pistol like i got five guns
get your ass left in the streets, you got the right one
n*gga, you got bands on your head, you gon’ die, son
chopper, my chopper bite off a n*gga ear, mike tyson
b*tch, my only topic always aks and shoot sh*t
wonder if my mama know i’m r*t*rded, i get aks, go stupid
it’s like my mind not attached to my body, always lose it
wop, i think i love shootin’ n*ggas too much, my daddy cupid
wop, i think i need to go to drillin’ anonymous, i abuse it
if they seen the sh*t i seen, they’d probably vomit and call truces
you would think i shot three of this n*gga fingers off, he cop deuces
ayy, dot, these n*ggas broke, g*y, famous, and flaw, that’s all to it (go, that’s all to it)
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