Out 2 Get Cha (Featuring D-Moe) - D-Moe, JT The Bigga Figga

Nigga, you’s plastic, a fake and a phony

It’s just a trip you used to be my homie

Now muthafuckas go far with the player hatin'

That’s why a player like D-Moe is kinda like debatin'

On what to do next: lounge or just get a TEC

I’m from the YBG, fool, put your hoe in check

You tryna check me, it’s kinda like do or die

Dank or dope, cake and O’s, for 11−5

To be true or do what you gotta do

And not only niggas, yeah, I mean you hoes too

You run around the town giving up the walking jaws

To tell the truth about it, man, you hoes is breaking laws

Well, youngsta, here we go again

Talking 'bout these niggas and these hoes who gafflin' fools up for their ends

And never to ever say who’s right one

Bouncin' 'em up and down around the town all night, son

And yes they out to get ya, they wanna take your picture

And smoke a Swisher Sweet to the funky last beat

Made by the player, could I save a hoe?

Oh, no

My nigga D-Moe could tell you better how the shit go

Save a hoe, pay a hoe, fool, you better play that hoe

I’d rather break a hoe down like some indio

Feeling you out, flipping the flow, talking about these niggas and hoes

Who thought it was all good when they sent their hoes digging for gold

The gold mine, it’s gon' shine, I’m strapped with my chrome 9

The gameplan was tight, but I knew it all the fuckin' time

I mean, if niggas be marked, boo, plus niggas be markin' too

The shiesty ass hoes’ll burn a nigga like barbecue

Damn, you fuckin' ass bitch, you better strap your hat

And if she live in the 'Moe, you better strap your gat

'Cause the way the shit flow is the way the shit go

'Cause when you’re mackin' in Frisco, you strapped with your pistol

Debatin' and player hatin', saltin' and conversatin'

Yes, they out to getcha because of the moves they be making

They out to get ya