GETTIN LITTLE (feat. RIP JSAVV)

JSavv in this bitch, man, yay ya gang We got KCappa in this bitch, blood ties man (La Familia) Huhh Masked up, on a drill Finna pull up in a fuckin' hot car And you know we got about four glocks in this car Plus the driver, so that's five guys And you know we comin' with them fuckin' glizzy's And you know them bitches hittin' And you know them bitch got fifties Call them bitches titties Hit you and I'm in your fuckin' city Bitch you can get out with me I ain't worried bout them fuckin' niggas And you know they never on shit, man Them niggas fuckin' lame I'ma come around, hit him in his brain Nigga And we play with pussies Like we fuckin' play with pistols Niggas talkin' shit Hit him with this fuckin' nickel Hit him in his pimple Whack him in his fuckin' dimple Niggas talkin' shit Man, you need a fuckin' tissue Cuz his family gonna miss him Bitch, we gonna blitz you I send lil bro to blitz you Bitch, you know he come and get you Bitch, he a body snatcher Bitch, he come and fuckin' grab you Bitch, he a soul snatcher Bitch, he come and fuckin' snatch you Come come and fuckin' wrap you And you know he fuckin' wrapped you I'm comin' with the blick & You know that he really fuckin' attackin And he comin' for that drill Comin' for that fuckin' kill And he got them fuckin' skills You know he really in this shit for real We ain't your average rappers Niggas out here hustlin' backwords Bitch, we some fuckin' trappers All of us some fuckin' cappers And we ain't got no sense Bitch, we fuckin' lost our screws Back then in the day, 4nem Never went to school Bitch, we been rude Never f*ck around Listen to the rules F*ck that school I don't give a f*ck F*ck the jakes and the fuckin' opps And you know I'm pullin' out that mop Put it on they top I don't give a f*ck In a shootout with the fuckin' opps Hit him in the head Then I got off on that fuckin' car Huhhh Back when me and nine walked up And down that fuckin' block Bitch, we had six shots And we was gonna let em off, ay F*ck nigga, yeah I'm clutchin' on a pocket pistol This bitch a throw away If I gotta get up with you And we gon' clear the block Bitch, we gon' make it hot Shot spotters, pingin' off Bitch, you know we takin' off Runnin' down that fuckin' block We stock with plenty shots Comin' with the fuckin' glock That 26 a drop, you off Bullet come out really fresh And you know that that bitch is lead When I up my stick, you know that beam You know that beam be aimed up at you head, bitch You playin' with your life Danglin' in my city, nigga Nardo Wick who want to smoke Can get up with me, nigga They say I'm showin' off two K in jewelry, what's the cost We got down low cuz we just peeped the go to fuckin' cops We hear him in the distance Bitch, you know we gettin' little Niggas talkin' shit You know my dividend's gettin' bigger Ayy, we gon' do that, hoe on chief On Carmel, shorty C'mon, let's do it right now, nigga So we don't be flodgin Come on lets do it man Let's get it On bro