Ace Hood - Get Him lyrics

You ain't comin' round here
Talkin' all that shit
Talkin' bout you get all them bricks
I'm a have to come round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mamma stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let tha automatic spray
(Get em) boy there ya go
(Get em) boy there ya go
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
Boy there you go (Get em) boy there ya go
(Get em) boy there ya go
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
Boy there you go

Hol' up with it, Khaled don't let me get em
Gun cocked, where his cheerin'?
No talk, time to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him when it's winter
Nigga holla back
I'm gutta i done told ya that
Rock boy bitch over bags
Say you movin' them slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all crap
And you homies won't last
Till your somethin' like paper tags
Don't make me slide the mask
To save from blast get his ass

Now let me get em when I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya face, tell em gimme dat K
Fuck niggas and they really
Don't think that I
Know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload that K
Then we leave em and we find
Em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas know where you lay actin' like
I don't know where you stay
Runnin' at ya mouth man ya
Niggas too fake tellin'
All the niggas that you move them thangs
What? Y'ain't bout dat lie
Huh? Y'ain't got no stride
Naww you ain't really grind
Leave em in tha streets till
The D boys find em
Dumb niggas and they huggin' on the grind
In the middle of this town
We gon' G-G-Get em


Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know
When I pull up in that rover
They know that it's over
Big holes in ya body like coasters
Creep, creep we deep with soldiers
Black holster to carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin' me folgers
But still creep in Adidas with the heaters
Millimeters wanna see where yo family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas I'm a call you dead
Click clack now ya T-shirt red
Hand em an tampon
No batteries included know that the
Clip be hands on it'll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn yard
Get em