I Got Em lyrics

by

T-Pain


[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel

[Post-Chorus: Trae Tha Truth]
If it's drama I got it I got it I got it
I he want it I got it I got it I got it
Tell that n*gga I got it I got it I got it
If he tripping I got it I got it I got it

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
I hop out, shot fire, Clayco been down
Hundred rounds, stand down
This the G south, we don't play around
I come around they don't say sh*t
Moment sounds when that K spit
This Rolls Royce got a pink slip
He 15 on that G sh*t
He 16 on that G sh*t
17 on that murk sh*t
My young n*gga gonna flip sh*t
This 4-5 is my sidekick
Clayco's my capital
Big rims, gold teeth
That country boy attitude
Don't make Saddam Hus' after you
Caught 'em caught 'em caught 'em slipping at the red light
Run that chain, run that ice before you lose your life
Car jackings, home invasions, it's a mess
Loyalty over royalty, in the Squad I trust
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I pull up holding this choppa, b*tch
If you at your place, you better get back in it
Cause the way I'm feeling I might drop your b*tch
If you wanna be pus*y, I'm finna jump up in it
In the Black Phantom, yelling f*ck 'em
If a n*gga run up on me bet I ain't going duck 'em
Better have a bunch of n*ggas with a hell of a jaw
If I don't beat 'em the f*ck up then b*tch I'm busting
Gotta FM loaded up inside this jacket
50 round, twin clips, only way i pack it
If I let them hoes fly you better be acting
Get dough motherf*cker, I ain't shooting for practice
I got drug money right up under the mattress
If their heads wanted beef I'm a sell out my package
I'm the king of the streets, in the hood I'm a saint
I'm a send another n*gga, f*ck a letter them
If you looking for the one, I'm that n*gga
You 'bout that life, how the f*ck you figured
Yea b*tch who strapped up? My sh*t bigger
This message directed let no Twitter
I've never seen shots like a b*tch who domin'
All black on a motherf*cker when im rollin'
Shout out to them Navy Seals with the sh*t I'm moanin'
On to workout, yea b*tch I'm tonin'
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
I said I swear to God I can't wait
Till the day this n*gga slip
Headshot 'em off the rip make 'em feel the whole clip
Walking with a slight limp cause them hammers on deck
They gon' kill you for no check they gon' do it for respect
Throwing up the wrong set, better get your ass wet
Headshotting off the motherf*cking reel
I got boys, Vice Lords, GD's, and Crips
My Belly and my Ghost came with a pink slip
What you know bout that, Flocka, Waka Flocka I'm your bet
If you raw, gang bang, play ball
For sold crack, my back ain't gotta be against the wall
Just to shoot back this hunn'ed clip
You can feel all of that

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
Headshot a f*ck n*gga off the reel
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