Trick-Trick, Goodmoney G100 - I'm Gon' Getcha lyrics

Mmmn, betta figure out yo feelings, 11,000
Mercy mercy mercy
Mercy mercy mercy
Mercy mercy mercy
G100, audible

Who said what?
Fuck around put him in a red dot
Tell big baby put him in a head lock
Hp blowin wit the dreadnaughts
Gettin head shots
Me and la familia
Behind the wheel of a half a million

We don't give a fuck about opinion
Made man
You are a civilian
I'm a villain
I don't fuck wit errbody
This shit right here ain't for errbody
You ain't talkin' bout money I don't care about it

We ain't worried bout it
I got some cold killas
I run a round wit them old niggas
Duct taped handles, members only, fuck a black suit
Run up on you broad day in a track suit cus

I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha, I'm gon' getcha

I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha, I'm gon' getcha

My nigga this ain't no stage play but I can bring the drama out
If it was dry in my hood it was cause I was out
Delinquency will you have me last seen on the ring doorbell over there
At the boys mama house

Crip loco I'm in traffic
Where are you at?
Doing a bucc down gratiot
Up and at it for these mufuccin mathematics
Of the psychedelics, taking drags of the blackmagic in the holographic's
With the children of the crack addicts!

I'm a grown ass man
I don't need nobody to hold my hand
I ain't finna pretend
And we ain't finna be friends

Dig this here
They ain't want to give it up?
Na, I dun made too much money to give a fucc
Y'all remember that little skinny weak nigga
Been doing that sneak dissin'
So when you see him and in his fucking teeth missing
Just know

I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha, I'm gon' getcha

I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha right na
I'm gon' getcha, I'm gon' getcha
I'm gon' getcha, I'm gon' getcha

DJ los got that mf perculatin'
Bitch I'm on 8 mile
Gsm!