Get at Me

Yea Real nigga shit Huh You got a problem nigga? Get at me nigga [Chorus] Bitch nigga get at me, yea Bitch nigga get at me, yea Bitch nigga get at me, yea Bitch nigga get at me, huh I’m reppin my gang, yea (I’m flaggin) I’m reppin my gang, yea (I’m flaggin) I’m reppin my gang, yea (wave yo flag) I’m reppin my gang, yea (wave yo flag) Bitch nigga get at me, yea I get me the thing in my Gucci belt I look at the world through my Gucci glasses I carry a burden, my Louie bag You give forty two stacks, you can have that I got the baking soda in my frigerator I got the ziplock bags in my cabinet I’m ridin with thugger in that new whip We see our enemies then we stop in traffic Bitch nigga get at me! Mama ain’t raised no savage But if you owe me you better pay yo balance The Brooklyn niggas, they so valid You a deadbeat shooter, ain’t man enough to raise yo ratchet Screamin you the best but you ain’t no Khaled I got a bird in my paw and it ain’t no parrot Big homie, that ain’t yo status I got them clips on my hip and they ain’t no malice [Chorus] I be in the club throwin bottles up We getting money, I be where them stacks be Bitch boy say they wanna do something But they never ever get at me If I ain’t the heads up I’m on Lafayette It ain’t hard to find Mr. Maggy Bitch boy say they wanna do something But they never ever get at me Bitch nigga get at me! Pop hammers, fly clothes watch wearer IPhone 5 cameras, my flows got clearer Grind hella, dime scrambler, I am a wise planner None of yall drop grammar like the men in my mirror Yacht seller, shop blamer, cop scarer Turn this track to a deadbeat like a man who can’t buy Pampers Cursed like a song bitch, motherfucker goddamner Man I run this shit, like my plans, so tell em get at me [Chorus]