Get Em Kevin Gates

[Hook]
Niggas looking like they mad
What he sayin though
Won't use my hands, I'ma let them rubberbands go
New bitch and she bad though, my ex a sad ho
Fall off in the club, pants saggin' smokin mad dro
Mad dog, I'ma grind full time, I can't slow up
Fifty grand with the lean, all eyes on me, I can't pour up
Michael Jackson bad, all these hoes calling me thriller
Got a nickname in my section and you might know me as "Get Em"
Cause I get 'em

[Verse 1]
Pockets lookin' like munchkins
Her booty lookin' like pumpkins
Got a toolie on me, I'm thuggin
Wanna' do me something, it's nothing
This one goes to those who live illegal all day
Hustle sun up to sun up, tryna' get it always
I'm a grinder, shots fired
Big, I miss ya, this shit different, hold up lighters
Infiniti truck see me
Not much eatin, but fuck sleepin
That nigga a fuck boy, gun touch people, not much either
Outside with the loud mouth, nigga broke your jaw, you fouled out
Roundabouts, don't fuck with me, if they fuck with me, then it's "blaow blaow!"
Jean jacket, with the Timbs on, got tattoos on my neck
Nobody needs nobody, now I say cut the check