Come and Get You Sum

[Chorus: Playa Posse]
Nigga come and get you some
Nigga come and get you some
Nigga come and-
Nigga come and-
Nigga come and get you some

[Verse 1: Wako]
Booming on the trizzack, nigga yeah, and it's hard as tell
Staying about my hog shows why Lil Wako making clientele
Down day and night super high, I'm just throning Ps
Mitchell Heights up in this bitch, Playa Posse we all so deep
S.P.V. strictly in, you niggas banging down too
Dizzown with the macking click, what's up to my niggas fo
Staying crunk off that skunk, fucked up off that holy dope
Lil Slim with that mono thing, hizzigh off that mono smoke
Creeped off in daze, so damn hazed I can't go no more
Playa haters on my dick, don't make me have to ditch you hoe
For the green, motherfuckers see I ten-toes vault you punks
Hanging from my nizzuts, now we watch my niggas get it crunk

[Verse 2: Lil Terror]
I let my izzo blast, running in my big black boots
One million haters when we killaz drop like Drowsy and I shoot
But fatal fury, vision blurry, southbound playas they doubt
Down for whatever, cloudy weather, see no bustas allowed
Dizzamn your click, full of nizzles bout to stomp innocents
By blowing thunder, make it wonder "where to blow up your shit"
Often debate, no matter it's whether... Should I thought about it twice?
They too another playa haters, mane I'm tired of being nice
You cowards turned up, bout it bout it, like the white ain't the dust
You come so weak you got evicted up by the rhymes that I crust
Roll crunk so quick, my way to the top
I never stop rolling till my plot, til my lizzife go rot
Once inside, deep inside, make their bodies plain high
Big nutz of steel, when I trill with their souls taking out
Double Ms, bring it then, we pursuing your hoes down
Gimme that pistol, gimme that break and watch em thugs put it down for the south

[Verse 3: Lil Ra Ra]
Is it money getting so addictive cause my pockets broke?
Reaching for a million, down on stealing, cornering, hanging low
Todds Creek, swinging D-O-P-E for the track is hot
Everythang is business, so Lil Ra Ra cranking up the spot
Serving rocks, cluckas fiending, I'm bout my scrilla, niggas jeeze
And my pockets needing, I'm so enough to streak
Dreaming of luxury, I'm watching gangstas having thangs
I'm minding my own with no job, so I'm getting caine
Cranking up my metal gat, is Lil Ra Ra from the Creek?
Thirty gangstas blowing up, only sixties number Gs
Mane this shit so organized, 74 so fucking thick
Once I get my knowledge right, fool I gotta join this shit
Late at nite a hustler started slanging back in 94
Came up on the deal, down on steal, me and Terror in this hoe
Mitchell Heights and B.B.B, beating bustas bodies numb
Blackout got them Syko Soundz, now bitches Come And Get You Sum