Get Em Up - Alley Boy

I fuck your bitch she get in love

I get a word up to my nigger

They gon’come and stick you up.

Money on my mind,

If it ain’t money, it ain’t nothing.

Niggers pillow talking with those bitches,

But she get no luck.

Seven grams in my blood, we ride around,

We deep as fuck.

I be trying to chill, but my young niggers light you up All this money in my pocket, hit it clever, throw it up.

Yeah, I’m probably with some callie nigger,

They’gon’throw it up!

West filling, nigger, west really my side.

Niggers switch side, they don’t really wanna ride.

I be really in that bitch, 20 niggers on my side.

Really in thsi bitch, 2 other niggers yelling mine!

All the B.C.'s and G.C.'s on me,

And I brought warlords, niggers kill for me.

2000 shooters in the A, niggers steal for me.

Can’t do wrong shit, hood holds love.

I’m the top, as soon as they see yay stolen from me.

I’mma shoot the teeth off your face, shit, it ain’t nothing.

Bitch, boy, I’mma pound with your wheat, boy,

No, I’mma shooter, right now I aim at your neck, boy.

Give my strength back, Gimme my chain back,

Take that fat roller back!

They call him big daddy, 'cause he the bitch in the house.