King Von, Boss Top - Go N Get Em lyrics

(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 niggas, I'm that nigga (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)
Niggas'll play it cool (Play it cool)
Niggas 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)