Giggs - Get Em lyrics

Only steel, only real n***as getting ga**ed off a Sony deal I'm like Muhammad Ali, Tyson Mayweather, Holyfield n***as copycats, they copy Drake They copy Jay-Z and they copy H These n***as sweet, toffee cakes Running up the steps again, call it Rocky ape You say it is what it isn't They say they did but they didn't If them n***as slipping, I'mma Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em Man are left at sh**ty prisons Back to money, p**y, women Get 'em if I catch 'em slipping Hit 'em, hit 'em, wig 'em, hig 'em- hahaha Where's my gratitude? I bought this whole ting, why the attitude? Don't worry 'bout him, man'll cap him soon And that n***a's b**h, man'll tap it too Call it Christmas when that cracker booms Make a big mess, turn him black and blue I've got that Windchest, let it Shaka Zu Sip Crevoisier mixed with apple juice Hold on, steady, manic, ready I don't [?] Yes, he says he's heavy but the n***a's clearly dead and buried Get me, man ain't no comedians Man ain't Chris Rock, man ain't Eddie Bezzy, n***a's dead and f**ing Buried, buried, buried, hahaha n***as gasping He already know, just ask him If he switch it, say "I'm just asking" I'm just kicking back, just laughing Ackee saltfish with plantain My Capricorn chick just marched in My MACcy gon' flip, just pa**ed in The 'matic on spit, this Dhalsim Short chick, [?] ting Paul Smith's, sharp ting Splashed out, flossing But her barking n***as owe it and they know it I could eeny miny moe it Show it, I just sit back, flow it This is nothing, tic-tac-toe it Grab that food and eat that knowing That's that food that he's been growing That's that sh** that keeps it going Have that, have that, keep that, hahaha