Get 'Em Girls

[Intro]

Killa

Let's go

[Verse 1]

I get the boosters boostin', I get computers 'putin'

Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shootin'

I do the recruitin', I tutor the students

I nurture they brain, I'm movin' the movement

Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judas or Judah

I got Luger to Ruger, hit from Roota to Toota

Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers

I'm the real ball story, the loser of Hoosiers

I rock mostly Dolce, I roll mostly dolie

I'll leave you wholly holey, you'll say holy moly

Here come the coroner, get 'em, play roly poly

I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat

When it's reppin' time, I get on extra grind

Fried to fricassee, Pepperseed to Pepperdine

Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time

Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em never mind

[Chorus]

They gettin' nice, they got some ice

Let's get the dice and roll 'em (Get 'em, girls)

They gettin' chips, they flippin' bricks

Get the rots and pits, tell 'em (Get 'em, girls)

She actin' feisty, gettin' sheisty

Call up wifey, tell her (Get 'em, girls)

Just lay back, get your face slapped

We at the race track, eight stacks (Get 'em, girls)

[Verse 2]

You actin' funny, nigga, come dumb, dummy nigga

Killa keep twenty blickers, uh (I'm gettin' money, nigga)

So you should move away, or join the dude and play

Hey, so you can say (I'm gettin' money, nigga)

First pile up in the rear, I style up in my gear

Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear

Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists

Your budget on my neck (What else?), your spouse on my dick

Posters on the wall (Wall), posted on my balls (Balls)

Dick in her mouth, I tell her, "I'm gettin' money, nigga"

Y'all fakin' the fizzle, I'm cakin' for shizzle

Fuck a Sizzler steak, my estates, they sizzle

Ate, boom-boom, my ace boon coon

Shake, bake, skate, vroom-vroom (We gettin' money, nigga)

Seventh, eighth, zoom-zoom, boom-boom tunes

'Fore I get life, that boom-boom room (I'm gettin' money, nigga)

Wreckx-n-Effect, zoom-zoom in poon-poon

Since the movie Cocoon, had my Uzi platoon, Killa (I'm gettin' money, nigga)

[Chorus]

They gettin' nice, they got some ice

Let's get the dice and roll 'em (Get 'em, girls)

They gettin' chips, they flippin' bricks

Get the rots and pits, tell 'em (Get 'em, girls)

She actin' feisty, gettin' sheisty

Call up wifey, tell her (Get 'em, girls)

Just lay back, get your face slapped

We at the race track, eight stacks (Get 'em, girls)

[Verse 3]

My team is the Goonies, we were seen with buffoonies

Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Neimans and Bloomies

Wanna hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney

But proceeded to moon me (I'm gettin' money, nigga)

Baby BS and honey do, Cam VS1 and 2

I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22

Get him a Mauri flow from the Mauri show

Fuck around, y'all gon' be up on the Maury Show

He at bootcamp, you on food stamps

Welfare, no health care, a true tramp

And I'm lokie-lokie, leave you pokey-pokey

No Rice-A-Roni, that's the okey-dokey

Me and Toby, homie, make you do the hokey-pokey

Pull the pound up and down, turn yourself around, shorty

Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound, whoadie

Here's a map, go learn yourself the town, sporty

I was down forty, now I'm up fifty

Buck-fifty, but quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa

[Outro]

There it is

Purple Haze the album

Me? I don't touch none of that shit no more

But, workin' for Cam, I do know all the latest, greatest shit on the street and the prices

But, you know, if he ever caught me doin' that again, he'd bust my shit, no homo

Aight, it's me, Mizzle, signin' out

Dipset, bitch