Get Up On’em lyrics

[Intro]
(Thanks, Yakree)
(Ayo, Clipzy, this sh*t raw as hell)
Go
Go, go

[Chorus: Jdot Breezy]
Get up on him with that motherf*cker, get the job done
n*gga, we the problem, so don't motherf*ckin' try us
Boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
n*ggas said they wanted war, so I went out to buy guns
Tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, n*gga, try somethin'
n*gga, get your b*tch, I don't want her, she is triflin'
f*ck her, then I dip, I'm tryna one night somethin'
He got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one

[Verse 1: Jdot Breezy]
He can catch this .556, AR, Dracs, and Glocks with di*ks
AR got that extra lead, long barrel, no kick
Told his ass stay out the way, but he still got his brain hit
I done got some monеy and some fame, I'm still the samе jit
I won't change up, nah, but my artillery do, that's facts
n*ggas scared to come outside 'cause if they do, we makin' packs
See the crowd, pick one out, I just let that chopper latch
.223 gon' run him down and make his f*ckin' egg hatch
Pick off mine, we pick it back
n*ggas lyin' 'bout body stats
Them n*ggas ain't turnt like that
Them n*ggas 'round there gettin' whacked
Duck, duck, goose, these n*ggas both
Ol' duck-ass n*ggas gettin' quacked
I done hit up plenty n*ggas, on Ralo, boy, and that's a fact
[Chorus: Jdot Breezy]
Get up on him with that motherf*cker, get the job done
n*gga, we the problem, so don't motherf*ckin' try us
Boy, if you was smart, you would let bygones be bygones
n*ggas said they wanted war, so I went out to buy guns
Tongue wrestling, get your ass shot, n*gga, try somethin'
n*gga, get your b*tch, I don't want her, she is triflin'
f*ck her, then I dip, I'm tryna one night somethin'
He got too much lip, a bullet, he can bite one

[Verse 2: Spinabenz]
Shootin' off the hip, tweak this pistol like I got five guns
Get your ass left in the streets, you got the right one
n*gga, you got bands on your head, you gon' die, son
Chopper, my chopper bite off a n*gga ear, Mike Tyson
b*tch, my only topic always AKs and shoot sh*t
Wonder if my mama know I'm retarded, I get AKs, go stupid
It's like my mind not attached to my body, always lose it
Wop, I think I love shootin' n*ggas too much, my daddy Cupid
Wop, I think I need to go to Drillin' Anonymous, I abuse it
If they seen the sh*t I seen, they'd probably vomit and call truces
You would think I shot three of this n*gga fingers off, he cop deuces
Ayy, Dot, these n*ggas broke, gay, famous, and flaw, that's all to it (Go, that's all to it)