Get Lost

[Intro] It's Young Calicoe, man... Any nigga that ever did shit to me or my family, dog You better get lost! [Verse 1] For that nigga that killed April, it's about to be a long night On that Carrie block, you done picked the wrong fight So when I catch you, I'm banging it first I ain't trying to talk, bitch you can explain it to her Now let's get off the subject about how I'ma kill his team Cause I ain't trying to spill the beans About how I'ma spill his beans I'm riding with the realest team, Young Luck riding too Advising you to disappear, them hoodies ain't disguising you You think my click is sweet, because I pick a beat And get to spitting on a track like I'm missing teeth Nigga I know April missing me So I'ma get the heat, spit the heat and not miss a lick that sweep I'm at your neck, bro, for my respect though It ain't a game when I fill you with holes; Connect Four See you gon' make me let the TECs blow And ever since y'all got it, y'all been [...] [Chorus] Any nigga that ever did shit to me or my family Better be vanishing, cause I'ma damage him He better get lost, bitch he better get lost Cause I'ma let this clip toss, y'all niggas better get lost! X2 [Verse 2] Now let's get on this Chris dude, how do that bitch do? Killed my auntie for nothing, I swear I'ma get you When I catch you, I ain't gon' do you first See I'ma tie you up and torture you Louisville Slugger bats and do you worse Nigga for you firing nine shots, I'ma make your spine pop You might not even make it till no pine box When I empty out this 9 Glock I'm trying to design spots Taking your life, give me your livestock Nigga it's do or die, my whole crew'll ride Everybody on, you might as well commit suicide You left Luck in a puddle of blood Like my auntie was surrounded by a blood or the thugs Now you can't even show your face, nigga you know your place Do something to get locked up, then you know you're safe! Don't even want the judge to hold the case Want him to drop it, so I can cock it and pop it and blow your face [Chorus] [Verse 3] My momma sitting down for good, from them rounds you pulled You probably still walk around the hood Ayo I never did get this shit, the club had no witnesses 92 dancery, wish I can get a chance to see The nigga that did it probably a fan of me Listening to this song, thinking like damn it's me I'm hollering like "Confess, nigga!" Who popped Calicoe' mom? You are the best nigga "Keep your head up" - that's what his preacher told him "You ain't gon' be shit" - that's what his teacher told him The teacher only knew the student, he ain't meet the soldier Playing the game weekly with a wii-controller Can't control shit, you say left then go right You probably wouldn't understand unless it's yo' life Momma I love you till the death of me Blessed to see you ain't gone, but you ain't standing strong Who's selfish? I guess it's me [Chorus]