Letra de Go Get Em - Cartel Bo

(Feat. Baby Kia)

Huh

Yeah, like for real, for real

Kia

I'm just sayin' though, like, ten on him, ten on him, thirty on him 'cause he talk too much

I want him to go fast, put twenty on him

Yeah (Uh, alright), I don't care where they at (Uh, alright, okay)

Yeah (Huh, alright, okay, BK)

Alright, okay

All that (Oh, uh, alright, okay)

Yeah (Alright, okay)

Yeah

Alright, okay (LeoATL)

Alright, okay

Baow, there he go, alright, go get him then, ha-ha-ha

Alright

We pop out monkey mask, jumpsuit, tryna erase a nigga

Mini ARP ain't got no range, jump out and chase a nigga

Know I like blue cheese, put an opp inside the LooseLeaf

Pockets filled with that shit, Track' with the kit, wildin' out all through the street

Fuck what you heard, really be trippin', I stay with this TEC

You won't catch me without it, outside wildin', foot on nigga's neck

Woah, 392 growlin', diamond shinin', Scat pull up at Zaray

Jump out fresh as fuck, all eyes on me, hoes like, "There go Khari"

He reach for my neck, leave him where he stand, I'm Pete, I won't say sorry

This year, I bought three whips back-to-back, next year pull up Ferrari

Kinda get tired of this shit, bro, keep gettin' snatched up by the feds

I remember that night we had caught— shh, can't say that, free lil' Ted

Broad day, jump out the scrape, two Dracs, on three, we let them quake

I'm known to finish all my meals, ten racks of blicks, I get 'em ate

Huh, BK

Ha, BK

Yeah, BK

Always strapped with a micro Drac'

Creep out the Caddy, got shot in his stomach, he fell on his back, told him roll on his face

Everybody get hit, we not leavin' no crumbs, know another young nigga got left on the gate

Sixty rounds in the micro Drac', Kel-Tec with a fifty, get faced

Super charge my Hemi, it's 957, big six point four, let's race

Yeah, he got me chasin' after his ass, runnin', damn near 'cause a wreck

Caught lil' doodie, jump from behind the car, shoot at a nigga neck (Grrah)

He know damn well got no insurance, fakin' like he gon' wreck (Ha)

Stay gettin' busy, size 15s, stompin' on a nigga neck (Ayy)

All that hidin', shouldn't have been playin', can't get him, go get his family

I've been lookin' for his mammy, we got the public in a panic

I don't even know which way I'm shootin', bitch, I get full of them Xannies (Grrah)

I hit the side, they whip that switch, they bitch-ass piled up like a sandwich

The opps can't even come outside, go get lunch, I put that on my granny (Yeah)

Bitch, I be in and out your city, head to toe in Alexander (Ooh)

You can pray and I can pray because these hundred rounds ain't jammin'

Left him layin' under that Scatpack, through the city goin' rampant

We pop out monkey mask, jumpsuit, tryna erase a nigga (Yeah)

Mini ARP ain't got no range, jump out and chase a nigga

Know I like blue cheese, put an opp inside the LooseLeaf

Pockets filled with that shit, Track' with the kit, wildin' out all through the street

Fuck what you heard, really be trippin', I stay with this TEC

You won't catch me without it, outside wildin', foot on nigga's neck

Woah, 392 growlin', diamond shinin', Scat pull up at Zaray

Jump out fresh as fuck, all eyes on me, hoes like, "There go Khari"

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