Get 'Em

[Hook: Waka Flocka] Word to my haters, I don't forget shit, better stay on point homie don't fucking slip Get em (x16) I hear you niggas talking, boy stop talking shit, undercover man you know you on a nigga dick Get em (x16) [Verse 1: Game] What I'm gon' do when I see that boy, grab a bottle and BUST 'EM! Turn the fucking music down, then yell "FUCK 'EM!" Nigga actin' like he don't wanna fall, RUSH 'EM! Club playing "Lollipop" but we don't fuck wit SUCKAS! Take the Patron and mix it with Juice I'm all in my zone I'm feeling real loose The bigger the Belvy the bigger the Goose I snatch up a broad and hop in the coupe In Compton where I'm found at That's where I stunt and clown at That's where I where I wear my crown at Tie my red rag around that I'm riding in Ferraris I'm draped up in Bulgari Used to run around the A with Puff how that nigga used to stunt just scarred me Now you can just black card me Down Crenshaw Boulevard me Think a nigga went soft cause I stopped moving raw Somebody better get a fucking [Hook] [Verse 2: Game] That's my Patron that's my bitch See I be on some fly shit Now I can fit my projects inside my fucking closet Daffy Duck and uncle Screw That's what we stuffing in them boots Put them bitches on the track, sell them hoes to Interscope Sell them hoes to Def Jam, I'm known for moving work Ask around, I've been selling birds since Gucci said "BURR" I'm a cold mutha Flocka Red Diamonds in my watch huh That nigga got a hot one Take a trip to the A and cop one That Lambo came with shotguns You prob'ly never shot one That Bent come with Alicia You prob'ly never chopped none Them bullets I done caught some Them bottles I done popped some So order that Cîroc son Can't wait 'til twelve'o'clock come [Hook] [Verse 3: Game] If you ain't tryna leave the club leaking on crutches Than when you see a real nigga don't say nothing Bust em (x9) This for all the niggas in the trap playing round the oven If you can't get em off let a real nigga touch em Bust em (x25) [Hook]