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Performed By: Chris Cash
Language: English
Length: 3:39
Written by: Christian Asare




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I could get him whacked, get him real gone
Baby you know how I'm writing my wrongs
I send a message in all of my songs
Feel like I'm Dr. Lee, I got the drum
Or nigga I'm Wild 'n Out
Racks in the safe and the shit is just piling now
I pop more percs than a nigga do Tylenol
G Marley got Treesh and she bussing off Adderall
We gonna kidnap your son for collateral
I just f*cked on the twins, that's equilateral
She gonna throw it right back that's a lateral
F*cked on that bitch and she so natural
Bitch can I handle you? Bitch can you handle me?
All of the racks stuffed in his dungarees
Know that this drip ain't free, ask Che, ask boy Reef
If that nigga talk crazy
Nigga, we sweep him off of his feet
Get him real whacked
Get him real gone
Get him real whacked
Get him real gone
Get him real whacked
Get him real gone
Get him real whacked
Get him real gone
Get him real, get him real
Get him real gone
Get him real whacked
Get him real gone
I broke her heart, Comme Garçon
I'm in the field, Pierre Garçon
And I need a Tesla to get in the zone
I'm upping the forty stick right to his dome
Racks in the safe and that shit piling
I know that pussy it got a lil' mileage
Che laugh to the bank, that nigga is smiling
F*ck with the mobsters, a nigga from Shaolin
Nigga Gambino, but I'm not Childish
But I'm not, uh, uh
Forty yeah, right to his dome
Forty chrome, right to his dome
Get him whacked then he gone
Get him whacked then he gone
Get him whacked then he gone
Yeah that pussy boy told
Yeah that pussy boy told
He tellin' for real, that nigga move like Henry Hill
He better go look in the mirror for real
That's how it is, you niggas drid
Nigga you know that the choppa' extend
Boy that's a .762 through your ribs
Really that boy pay respect for all of the shit that a nigga been on
Really I need me a mug and a tie cause these niggas my sons, they my clones
I prayed to the Lord for the shit that I got
Cause a nigga done got his own
Rosetta, I set it in stone
I get him whacked I get him gone
I get him whacked, I get him gone
Get that boy gone
I get him whacked, I get him gone
I get him whacked, I get him gone
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I could get him whacked, get him real gone
Baby you know how I'm writing my wrongs
I send a message in all of my songs
Feel like I'm Dr. Lee, I got the drum
Or nigga I'm Wild 'n Out
Racks in the safe and the shit is just piling now
I pop more percs than a nigga do Tylenol
G Marley got Treesh and she bussing off Adderall
We gonna kidnap your son for collateral
I just f*cked on the twins, that's equilateral
She gonna throw it right back that's a lateral
F*cked on that bitch and she so natural
Bitch can I handle you? Bitch can you handle me?
All of the racks stuffed in his dungarees
Know that this drip ain't free, ask Che, ask boy Reef
If that nigga talk crazy
Nigga, we sweep him off of his feet
Get him real whacked
Get him real gone
Get him real whacked
Get him real gone
Get him real whacked
Get him real gone
Get him real whacked
Get him real gone
Get him real, get him real
Get him real gone
Get him real whacked
Get him real gone
I broke her heart, Comme Garçon
I'm in the field, Pierre Garçon
And I need a Tesla to get in the zone
I'm upping the forty stick right to his dome
Racks in the safe and that shit piling
I know that pussy it got a lil' mileage
Che laugh to the bank, that nigga is smiling
F*ck with the mobsters, a nigga from Shaolin
Nigga Gambino, but I'm not Childish
But I'm not, uh, uh
Forty yeah, right to his dome
Forty chrome, right to his dome
Get him whacked then he gone
Get him whacked then he gone
Get him whacked then he gone
Yeah that pussy boy told
Yeah that pussy boy told
He tellin' for real, that nigga move like Henry Hill
He better go look in the mirror for real
That's how it is, you niggas drid
Nigga you know that the choppa' extend
Boy that's a .762 through your ribs
Really that boy pay respect for all of the shit that a nigga been on
Really I need me a mug and a tie cause these niggas my sons, they my clones
I prayed to the Lord for the shit that I got
Cause a nigga done got his own
Rosetta, I set it in stone
I get him whacked I get him gone
I get him whacked, I get him gone
Get that boy gone
I get him whacked, I get him gone
I get him whacked, I get him gone
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Writer: Christian Asare
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