Get Em In Quality Control, Offset & Mango Foo
"Get Em In" by Quality Control, Offset & Mango Foo is a hip-hop track released in 2023. The song explores themes of hustle, success, and street life, emphasizing determination and ambition. It features catchy hooks and a vibrant beat, blending melodic flows with hard-hitting verses. Its energetic vibe resonates with contemporary rap culture. #HipHop
[Intro: Mango Foo & Baka Not Nice]
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Mango Foo]
I can get 'em in, where the mail at? (Where the mail at?)
Loud pack, kush pack, smell that? (Smell that?)
We be still servin', where 12 at? (Where 12 at?)
Pull up, burnt out Hellcat (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Hella racks, make a bitch run tell that (Run tell that)
Gunshots fire-fire, nigga, back-back (Fire-fire-fire-fire)
Don't give the nigga somethin', let him sell that (Let him sell that)
I ain't goin' back and forth, get a nigga whacked (Bow-bow-bow-bow)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Gotta get 'em gone)
Nigga try to get my cheese, ratatat-tat (Try to get cheese)
Bring a bitch to her knees, tell her hold that (To-to her knees)
Watch me hold this shit down like Funk Flex (Like Funk Flex)
I be on the other side of town movin' mo' packs (Movin' mo' packs)
[Verse 1: Mango Foo]
I got it in now I'm out of here, I'm out of here
Nigga can't see his home, way too far gone
And once I get the money out of here, I'm out of here
And I ain't tryna kill you 'cause the vibe ain't too strong
I be feelin' like I'm Al Capone
I don't really like the nigga tone
Kill his pop and all up at your home
Put him on a plate, now that nigga gone
I'ma watch the whole trap from a drone
Big sacks, quarterbacks, on a roll
I want ice, bling bling on cold
White gold, rose gold, rose gold
Poured up an eight of the syrup
Bitch, I'm too fly like a bird
Front you a bag on the credit
I need my check on the first
Bring 'em in, we get 'em out of here
If you ain't got no money, get out of here
Please don't come to my trap with that lollygagging
If somebody get shot, I don't know what happened
And my youngins control the traffic
Watch me rip off a ho with plastic
And these niggas they know, ain't no jackin'
My lil' bitch got a nine in her jacket, shit can get drastic
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Mango Foo]
I can get 'em in, where the mail at? (Where the mail at?)
Loud pack, kush pack, smell that? (Smell that?)
We be still servin', where 12 at? (Where 12 at?)
Pull up, burnt out Hellcat (Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Hella racks, make a bitch run tell that (Run tell that)
Gunshots fire-fire, nigga, back-back (Fire-fire-fire-fire)
Don't give the nigga somethin', let him sell that (Let him sell that)
I ain't goin' back and forth, get a nigga whacked (Bow-bow-bow-bow)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Get 'em in, gone)
Get it in, get 'em in, get 'em out of here (Gotta get 'em gone)
Nigga try to get my cheese, ratatat-tat (Try to get cheese)
Bring a bitch to her knees, tell her hold that (To-to her knees)
Watch me hold this shit down like Funk Flex (Like Funk Flex)
I be on the other side of town movin' mo' packs (Movin' mo' packs)
[Verse 1: Mango Foo]
I got it in now I'm out of here, I'm out of here
Nigga can't see his home, way too far gone
And once I get the money out of here, I'm out of here
And I ain't tryna kill you 'cause the vibe ain't too strong
I be feelin' like I'm Al Capone
I don't really like the nigga tone
Kill his pop and all up at your home
Put him on a plate, now that nigga gone
I'ma watch the whole trap from a drone
Big sacks, quarterbacks, on a roll
I want ice, bling bling on cold
White gold, rose gold, rose gold
Poured up an eight of the syrup
Bitch, I'm too fly like a bird
Front you a bag on the credit
I need my check on the first
Bring 'em in, we get 'em out of here
If you ain't got no money, get out of here
Please don't come to my trap with that lollygagging
If somebody get shot, I don't know what happened
And my youngins control the traffic
Watch me rip off a ho with plastic
And these niggas they know, ain't no jackin'
My lil' bitch got a nine in her jacket, shit can get drastic
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