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Get Em by Hardo album cover

Get Em

Hardo

Lyrics
Say Neph, this is Stevie
DJ Banger, what the fuck goin' on, nigga?

Huh
Yeah, it's trapper harder when it's bitchy, I'm just poppin' in
Good on my name, if you cop, then you gon' shop again
Got bitches that's gon' come and drop they panties and gon' drop a pin
I burned up the phone, I changed the number and I popped the SIM
If I love you, I ain't switched up on you, we still lockin' in
Price gon' stay the same, but it can change, that's if you coppin' ten
I put 'em in the game without a name just like they Washington
Yeah, I know you ball, but you get robbed, then you just chalk it in
Chalk it up
Like a nigga blind, I jump out with that stick and walk you up
I rapped to bro last week 'bout killin'
You, now look, we talked you up
Niggas wanna stab me in my back, but they ain't sharp enough
Money in the floor, the vacuum pack, it smell like carpet dust
Always take that switchy to the car when I go start it up
He turned his page to private, I be slidin', he tryna smarten up
I throw him on, in that climate, I be chargin' up
I don't pull my dick out of her throat, I'm tryna knock it up
Never told nobody this shit we livin' wasn't serious
I know some niggas that done turned to junkies tryna be curious
I know some people snake the ones they love, this game mysterious
This bitch start readin' signs, she think we match 'cause she Aquarius
But, baby, I'm a real nigga, so every ho relate to me
Came fast as light, I couldn't fight, this pussy breakin' me
Crazy how twenty K to take your life just sit okay with me
Listen here, lil' nigga, get more stripes before you play with me
You done got your brother got, I beef with my opps' other opps
I just bought another watch, I killed him on our cousins' block
Then I flood my cousins' block, that cutthroat shooter wasn't props
Mask the bucket, see his top, still put him up and cut his locks
Needle pink and under dope, his skin is just like Draymond
Jamaican kidney pulled up with a Henny, be like, "Hey, mon"
I fucked her friend while she was servin' chin because she came on
I cooked her from a forty-five to nine and turned the game on

DJ Banger, what the fuck goin' on, nigga?
I like it, Steven