Intro
Hahahahahahahahahaha
(JAYLAP)
Chorus
One nigga, two nigga, three nigga, four nigga
I don’t give a fuck, bitch, you better go, go get ’em
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
One nigga, two nigga, three nigga, four nigga
I don’t give a fuck, bitch, you better go, go get ’em
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
Verse 1
Man, these bitches used to hate me down
André 3000 ain’t hatin’ now
Make them my son who raised the clowns
Must be some man with a racist spouse, uh-huh
Bitch, ho, we already know you can’t fuck with me
Even with consent though your nigga’s on green
So I know he gon’ go Eighty-six to his break, that’s a two-by-four
Now shut the fuck up and just pay me in full
I’m watchin’ your nigga look at me and drool
He got in his pussy and he did the pool
He got in your pussy and fell down the stool
I fuck on that nigga, then rob that lil’ nigga
Lil’ bitch, you could sit in a hospital with him
Go get all your dogs, better call on them niggas
My foot ’round his neck how I call on them niggas
Meek, meek, meek, meek, my, my damn
Kill half of her family, now she spellin’ fam
Ain’t no big three-legged, so I’m switchin’ the brand
If I go, will you know where I am?
Cat-lookin’ life, it’s a movie, groovy, must be Tubi, bitch, we know
All that acting and all that cappin’, call him Leonardo DiCaprio
Chorus
One nigga, two nigga, three nigga, four nigga
I don’t give a fuck, bitch, you better go, go get ’em
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
One nigga, two nigga, three nigga, four nigga
I don’t give a fuck, bitch, you better go, go get ’em
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
Verse 2
These bitch ass niggas, I call them The Simpsons
That’s only for one fuckin’ reason (Ring)
‘Cause he’s a simp and his son a simp
I can predict the money they bringin’
Like one nigga bought me a crib with a attic
Yo’ nigga won’t buy you a make-up pallet
Run down on her opps with a chop, let him have it
We draw it out first like when niggas get tatted
I’ll start with the gang, servin’ through lanes
Makin’ them millions attached to my name
You make fun of trans for tuckin’ that thang
But niggas be— bitch, they be tuckin’ they chains
I don’t understand, these niggas be lame
The weaker the nigga, the bigger the game
Send me your dogs who run up my name
Give ’em two black eyes, my Dalmatians came
Chorus
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
Go, go, go, get ’em (Get ’em, get ’em, get ’em, get ’em)
