get em

kevin gates

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 bad dough

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"

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