I Got Em

:Well fuck these niggas i got em I pull up in a Maserati,see See I eat rappers for hobbies, rich homie quan ain nobody I used to sell that boy molly I hit yo ho well im sorry I skeeted all on her body, im in the hood all through the week, boy you ain from the projects nigga talkin bout hoes Pulling up at they show 100 niggas, 100 choppers we all trained to go They stole my flow and you know, that a whole another topic HOOK Well tell these niggas i got em, i got em, i got em, i got em,i got em Somebody call the pussy nigga i got em, i got em, i got em, i got em Somebody please tell these niggas imma keep fucking they hoes I keep rocking these shows Tell these niggas i got em, i got em, i got em, i got em (on the phone with quan) Verse two Tell these niggas i got em, fuck these niggas i got em, say you got guns but i doubt it The gansta shit you ain bout it, that gansta shit you ain bout it See that lil song got me hot, now i need all of that you got and Them lil 9 months wasn't shit, you broke in yo daddy spot We know, you's duck, you's a ho, that foe show Pillow talking to the hoes, on the low That my style that my flow and you know How the hell the nigga say that boy See the diffrence between me and you Is that you lie about the things you do and You might talk that life, but you ain bout that life Hook On the phone with quan again