Tone Trump - Get Got Lyrics
(Hook)All that frontin' in the sun boyYou be get gotAll that hating and faking boyYou be get gotYou don't show the hood loveYou be get got'Round here you get it realYou be get got(Verse)Welcome to Phillie nigga you can get gotAll the frontin' on the net nigga you can get shotHome invasions nigga running in your cribFour niggers messed up they bring it where you liveGun to your wife while they tieing up your kidsNigga selling they soul tryin' to make it in this bizzNot me that's why I'm running with the realestTop notch, it's the world getting money with the killersThey pride why him I know my niggers gonna spill thisThis ain't for the radio,nigga this for the dealer shitThis for the shooters, the shakers and the moversI'm Mr. les wens so it's sure ain't for the loosers(Hook x2)All that frontin' in the sun boyYou be get gotAll that hating and faking boyYou be get gotYou don't show the hood loveYou be get got'Round here you get it realYou be get got(Verse)Nigga don't get got, get pop get shotin'Get half of the sinners blocking get dropMy heart pure and silent like my wrist watchAs you throw in that bag and literally sit backLike one for the coke ,runners and gunnersSingle that I listen summer doing flip on numbersHanky fitting on my head wouldn't find travelYou ain't gotta ask for when I'm coming at youHarlem up town rapper minute man hustlerI burn rubber the 2'20 on the dusha dusherYou niggers is suckersAnd I'm such a different type mother*****er***** *****ing I just say ***** yeahReal niggers rep mills so I wrapped upTrump said I gotta join forceI told him let's splitHow you all playa' you know how I doDon't make me send my slimesAnd we'll show you that you're toppin'(Hook x2)All that frontin' in the sun boyYou be get gotAll that hating and faking boyYou be get gotYou don't show the hood loveYou be get got'Round here you get it realYou be get got(Verse)These real people give me high fiveShawty's kiss, sitting in their dormsThey all know me on their ipodGangstas claiming doing drive-bys inCome on give me chewie with no hands call it wifiWhy would you ever run a tri,I for ODollar bro a holla tell you bye byeIf I put the silencer, on a .40 caliburHope you hear what's good, then you dieOne who can't bury better carry on me and Tone'Cause we running city nigga brush street marathonBrand new flow,fresh new era onBin Laden beard, Donald Trump bow(Hook x2)All that frontin' in the sun boyYou be get gotAll that hating and faking boyYou be get gotYou don't show the hood loveYou be get got'Round here you get it realYou be get got
