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King Von - Go N Get Em Lyrics
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(Haha, CEO, turn that bitch up)
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Von

We gon' go and get him (we gon' go and get him)
And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (everybody with him)
On my mama, I'm official (I'm official)
And you ain't gon' shoot shit
So what you doin' with that pistol? (What you doin' with that pistol?)
Magazines for that issue (magazines)
Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (mama ass a tissue)
We get to blowin' like a whistle (get to blowin')
Clean out his pie like a Brillo
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (grrah-rah)

On my niggas, I'm that nigga (yeah)
And I tote a nickel (and I tote a nickel)
I got money, ain't got feelings (yeah)
Keep them bitches out your business (out your business)
Flee the scene, kill the witness (boom)
Don't let 'em get you (boom, boom, boom)
They had money on his head so his best friend just killed him (boom, boom, boom)
It's a shame, ain't no tellin' what they'll do (nah, nah)
Niggas'll play it cool (play it cool)
Niggas fool, had me fool (what?)
I keep fifty on me every time I move (yeah, I do)
I kept fifty on me when I went to school, I'm a fool (damn, damn)
We tote sticks, ain't talkin' pool (nah)
Grew up in the zoo, where they hop out and they shoot (grrah)
Either you eat or you food (grrah, grrah)
I make 'em think that we cool, set him up then scoom (boom, boom)
Line 'em up then boom, I hope heaven got some room (boom, boom, boom, boom)

We gon' go and get him (we gon' go and get him)
And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (everybody with him)
On my mama, I'm official (I'm official)
And you ain't gon' shoot shit
So what you doin' with that pistol? (What you doin' with that pistol?)
Magazines for that issue (magazines)
Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (mama ass a tissue)
We get to blowin' like a whistle (get to blowin')
Clean out his pie like a Brillo
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (grrah-rah)

I'm Boss Tee and I get busy (busy)
When it comes to guns, I'm picky
Don't like Rugers, I need a glizz (I like Glocks)
Glock .20 with a switch (brrt)
Hunnid hunnids on yo' head then your shit gon' be missin' (baow, baow)
Mix the Perky with the jig' (facts)
F*ck all my opps, they dead, put on Rolex watch on Billy (get 'em smashed)
I rock off-white and Amiri (drip)
All white water on my neck, you can see these bitches clearly (my shit 3D)
Leave him bleedin' on his period (wet)
Put 'em on the internet, everybody eyes teary (ha)
You can even ask Siri (ask her)
Be like, "Who run the city?"
She gon' tell you, "O'Block, period" (brrt)

We gon' go and get him (we gon' go and get him)
And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (everybody with him)
On my mama, I'm official (I'm official)
And you ain't gon' shoot shit
So what you doin' with that pistol? (What you doin' with that pistol?)
Magazines for that issue (magazines)
Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (mama ass a tissue)
We get to blowin' like a whistle (get to blowin')
Clean out his pie like a Brillo
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (grrah-rah)
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(Haha, CEO, turn that bitch up)
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Von

We gon' go and get him (we gon' go and get him)
And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (everybody with him)
On my mama, I'm official (I'm official)
And you ain't gon' shoot shit
So what you doin' with that pistol? (What you doin' with that pistol?)
Magazines for that issue (magazines)
Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (mama ass a tissue)
We get to blowin' like a whistle (get to blowin')
Clean out his pie like a Brillo
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (grrah-rah)

On my niggas, I'm that nigga (yeah)
And I tote a nickel (and I tote a nickel)
I got money, ain't got feelings (yeah)
Keep them bitches out your business (out your business)
Flee the scene, kill the witness (boom)
Don't let 'em get you (boom, boom, boom)
They had money on his head so his best friend just killed him (boom, boom, boom)
It's a shame, ain't no tellin' what they'll do (nah, nah)
Niggas'll play it cool (play it cool)
Niggas fool, had me fool (what?)
I keep fifty on me every time I move (yeah, I do)
I kept fifty on me when I went to school, I'm a fool (damn, damn)
We tote sticks, ain't talkin' pool (nah)
Grew up in the zoo, where they hop out and they shoot (grrah)
Either you eat or you food (grrah, grrah)
I make 'em think that we cool, set him up then scoom (boom, boom)
Line 'em up then boom, I hope heaven got some room (boom, boom, boom, boom)

We gon' go and get him (we gon' go and get him)
And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (everybody with him)
On my mama, I'm official (I'm official)
And you ain't gon' shoot shit
So what you doin' with that pistol? (What you doin' with that pistol?)
Magazines for that issue (magazines)
Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (mama ass a tissue)
We get to blowin' like a whistle (get to blowin')
Clean out his pie like a Brillo
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (grrah-rah)

I'm Boss Tee and I get busy (busy)
When it comes to guns, I'm picky
Don't like Rugers, I need a glizz (I like Glocks)
Glock .20 with a switch (brrt)
Hunnid hunnids on yo' head then your shit gon' be missin' (baow, baow)
Mix the Perky with the jig' (facts)
F*ck all my opps, they dead, put on Rolex watch on Billy (get 'em smashed)
I rock off-white and Amiri (drip)
All white water on my neck, you can see these bitches clearly (my shit 3D)
Leave him bleedin' on his period (wet)
Put 'em on the internet, everybody eyes teary (ha)
You can even ask Siri (ask her)
Be like, "Who run the city?"
She gon' tell you, "O'Block, period" (brrt)

We gon' go and get him (we gon' go and get him)
And if he ain't alone, we killin' everybody with him (everybody with him)
On my mama, I'm official (I'm official)
And you ain't gon' shoot shit
So what you doin' with that pistol? (What you doin' with that pistol?)
Magazines for that issue (magazines)
Be at your funeral on time and give your mama ass a tissue (mama ass a tissue)
We get to blowin' like a whistle (get to blowin')
Clean out his pie like a Brillo
Bullets hit him, then they sizzle (grrah-rah)
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Writer: Dayvon Bennett
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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