Wizz Dakota - Let Me At 'Em lyrics

[Intro: Stitches] TMI Gang, fool! [Hook: Str8 Kash] If you know a hater, put ya hands up Let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em We gon' tear this club up Let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em p**y, I see you, n***a, you a p**y I can't f** with you, you's a p**y I'm a drug dealer, you's a rookie [Verse 1: Str8 Kash] Cocaine, what a beautiful pain It can turn my brain that makes Str8 Kash feel oh-so strange Turn into a psycho, [?] battle I'm feeling like a [?] My [?] As I go all my way down the [?] alley I be actin' childish, but f** it, we all dyin' Imma loud when I'm on fire Yeah, I'm sellin' that Mariah Can it be that bone crusher, n***a, you don't want the drama Get your pie in thirty minutes, boy [?] Don't compare me to these rappers, I ain't in they genre You n***as a dyin' breed, I'm here to make this interestin' Bring you back to eighties, nineties, baby, get the triple Beam Bloody red, [?], yellow tape, that be that murders 50k [?], doctor [?] me for my surgery Guns for you [?], I am just so mental These rappers ain't sh**, I'd rather hear their instrumentals [Hook: Str8 Kash] If you know a hater, put ya hands up Let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em We gon' tear this club up Let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em p**y, I see you, n***a, you a p**y I can't f** with you, you's a p**y I'm a drug dealer, you's a rookie [Verse 2: Stitches] I'm the drug dealer of the year, diamonds on my ear Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my pinky ring, b**hes blowin' the kiss Know what I'm about, put that work on yo block when you're goin' through a trial I make one phone call and they'll take your life, n***a, don't have a doubt If he wants a problem, let me at him If he thinks he's 'bout that life, let me at him My fans will come and get ya, I'm a leader but no Hitler Got a chopper and a bazooka, ask about me, I'm a good shooter I got four granades up in my book bag They say, "Stitches was psychotic", put me in rehab I love the smell of somebody's blood I love to taste somebody else's blood I wish that I was lyin' in the song But the sh** that goes through my mind is f**in' wrong Let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em Let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em Let me at 'em, let me at 'em, p**y n***a [Hook: Str8 Kash] If you know a hater, put ya hands up Let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em We gon' tear this club up Let me at 'em, let me at 'em, let me at 'em p**y, I see you, n***a, you a p**y I can't f** with you, you's a p**y I'm a drug dealer, you's a rookie