Go Get Em

Lyrics

[Intro: Cartel Bo & Baby Kia] Huh Yeah, like for real, for real Kia I'm just sayin' though, like, ten on him, ten on him, thirty on him 'cause he talk too much I want him to go fast, put twenty on him Yeah (Uh, alright), I don't care where they at (Uh, alright, okay) Yeah (Huh, alright, okay, BK) Alright, okay All that (Oh, uh, alright, okay) Yeah (Alright, okay) Yeah Alright, okay (LeoATL) Alright, okay Baow, there he go, alright, go get him then, ha-ha-ha Alright [Chorus: Baby Kia] We pop out monkey mask, jumpsuit, tryna erase a nigga Mini ARP ain't got no range, jump out and chase a nigga Know I like blue cheese, put an opp inside the LooseLeaf Pockets filled with that shit, Track' with the kit, wildin' out all through the street Fuck what you heard, rеally be trippin', I stay with this TEC You won't catch me without it, outside wildin', foot on nigga's nеck Woah, 392 growlin', diamond shinin', Scat pull up at Zaray Jump out fresh as fuck, all eyes on me, hoes like, "There go Khari" [Verse 1: Baby Kia] He reach for my neck, leave him where he stand, I'm Pete, I won't say sorry This year, I bought three whips back-to-back, next year pull up Ferrari Kinda get tired of this shit, bro, keep gettin' snatched up by the feds I remember that night we had caught— shh, can't say that, free lil' Ted Broad day, jump out the scrape, two Dracs, on three, we let them quake I'm known to finish all my meals, ten racks of blicks, I get 'em ate Huh, BK Ha, BK Yeah, BK Always strapped with a micro Drac' Creep out the Caddy, got shot in his stomach, he fell on his back, told him roll on his face Everybody get hit, we not leavin' no crumbs, know another young nigga got left on the gate Sixty rounds in the micro Drac', Kel-Tec with a fifty, get faced Super charge my Hemi, it's 957, big six point four, let's race [Verse 2: Cartel Bo] Yeah, he got me chasin' after his ass, runnin', damn near 'cause a wreck Caught lil' doodie, jump from behind the car, shoot at a nigga neck (Grrah) He know damn well got no insurance, fakin' like he gon' wreck (Ha) Stay gettin' busy, size 15s, stompin' on a nigga neck (Ayy) All that hidin', shouldn't have been playin', can't get him, go get his family I've been lookin' for his mammy, we got the public in a panic I don't even know which way I'm shootin', bitch, I get full of them Xannies (Grrah) I hit the side, they whip that switch, they bitch-ass piled up like a sandwich The opps can't even come outside, go get lunch, I put that on my granny (Yeah) Bitch, I be in and out your city, head to toe in Alexander (Ooh) You can pray and I can pray because these hundred rounds ain't jammin' Left him layin' under that Scatpack, through the city goin' rampant [Chorus: Baby Kia & Cartel Bo] We pop out monkey mask, jumpsuit, tryna erase a nigga (Yeah) Mini ARP ain't got no range, jump out and chase a nigga Know I like blue cheese, put an opp inside the LooseLeaf Pockets filled with that shit, Track' with the kit, wildin' out all through the street Fuck what you heard, really be trippin', I stay with this TEC You won't catch me without it, outside wildin', foot on nigga's neck Woah, 392 growlin', diamond shinin', Scat pull up at Zaray Jump out fresh as fuck, all eyes on me, hoes like, "There go Khari"