Go Gettaz - T-Pop

We some go getters, thug niggas that’s bout scrilla

Some hard hitters, focused on tilting your dob nigga

Some mob niggas, debenere and suave niggas

With both fists cocked back, ready to squab nigga

I’m a game spitter vault filler, wig splitter untamed gorilla

Cocked back like a nine mili', hard hitter no quitters

Go getter all about the cream, got a sawed off pump with a infra beam

4−4 black make heads ring, wet up the block and left the scene

Got bezeltyne pinky rings, M-O-N-E-Y ain’t a thang

Boss hog the lane set it up with bang, diamonds against my wood grain

I’m off the chain ice glistening, TV screens in a Expedition

Fuck with me you might come up missing, bet you next time you’ll learn to listen

Bitch I ain’t finished…

I’m a ball-a-tician on a mission, FED’s wishing can’t catch me slipping

Wig clipping I ain’t tripping, leave a stain in your brain with the mic I’m

gripping

Ruger ripping can’t slow my roll, verbal attack that’s ice cold

My pockets swoll everythang go gold, sitting sideways on low pro vogues

I never trip I play it cool, if a nigga act up I spray the tool

That was one of the golden rules, if a bigga act up knock him out his shoes

I done paid my dues if you snooze you lose, we on our way making you the fool

Escalade with a big old pool, you already know how this kid do

This how it go I play it raw, coldest nigga you ever saw

Send hollow tips above the jaw, my AK put me above the law

I stay on toes I never slip, spit like a gat with a extra clip

Sawed off make you do a backwards flip, with a snub nose nine on my hip

It’s fuck me nigga then you know it’s fuck you, I don’t give a fuck about you

or your crew

Fuck a nigga like I fuck his boo, run a nigga shit like a train choo-choo

Dumb ass nigga like a bird coo-coo, shitty like a dog poo-poo

Still hollering hoody hooo, plus I’m still jamming Screw

Head first in the game on another page, pass me the mic I’ma wreck the stage

Floss through the club and I’m underage, like a buckshot slug out the gauge

Kinda hard to fade these niggas know, verbal attack make these niggas fold

Continue to tag these niggas toes, until I stack six figgas or mo'

I’m like Hollow Man I move swift, fuck with me and I dig a ditch

Fingers on that big clip, fuck with me and I sink your ship

I’m a G you’s a hoe, give me mine calico

Laf-Tex'll run this show, got the club hollin' uh-oh

Give them bitches some mo' Pop…

What it do I ain’t tripping, pop in that ruger clipping

Steady sipping while 6−4 dipping, blades crawling like a catapiller

Watch out here’s the bomb, give em box and 85 thumb

Better leave me alone when I’m in my zone, all you niggas better lower your tone

When I’m on the phone with a yellowbone, people’s game people’s G

Got Alicia Keys right next to me, while she hollin' ooh papi

Laf-Tex we’ll bleed the block, rawest dog we hit the blizzock

Sitting sideways at IHOP, while the trunk still gon pop