Get Some Action by Gudda Gang Lyrics
[Intro: 727 Fatboy]
727 nigga, yeah
Send yo' bitch ass straight to heaven nigga, yeah
[Verse 1: 727 Fatboy]
Aye, I been put up for a lil minute, time to get in action
And I been hearing what y'all sayin' y'all niggas really cappin'
Like how the fuck y'all slid on me when y'all be really lackin'
Y'all niggas probably finna' get exposed so imma just get to blastin'
And it's still free out my niggas yeah they in that cell, yall niggas ain't heard about the county, cause they causing hell
And we still running up that bag, watch how I break the scale
Feel like I'm blessed and I'm really gifted only time can tell
The same nigga that tried to press me ended up on a shirt
I know yo family traumatized, had to leave yo mama hurt
And any nigga who play this way gon' end up in the dirt
So when you with that nasty ho' just stay up on alert
Where all them so called "E" niggas I'm tryna Get Some Action
Y'all niggas swear that we be lackin' but we pistol packin'
Everytime I slide up on that fo' I gotta keep a ratchet
I might just text one of you niggas, pop out and come and match it
And y'all niggas actin' like y'all with it, but y'all really scared
We had caught one of y'all niggas at the store, y'all was in a hurry
And all my niggas poppin' shit, just like they was curry
We known for poppin, out on bitches, yeah we got them 30's
[Verse 2: NMNN Tuk]
It's consequences for yo' actions, nigga you gotta die
That hot shit touched yo' brother, he got hit above his eye
Won't tell no lie
I jumped straight in that smoke and got to totin' that fire
Rollin' off the beam, nigga bet not look me in my eye
Too much pressure for a pussy, I keep a long dick
I be tweakin' when I'm sober, get yo' dome split
Hit yo' brother in his mouth, that nigga wasn't on shit
If I pop out with that cut, I bet I won't miss
Had to throw the pistol tell my bitch to go and get it
And I know she really fuckin' with it
I be rollin' with some killas you ain't fucking with it
You ain't fuckin' wit em
[Verse 3: 727 Fatboy]
Uh, how you want it aye, We gon get it done
We been sliding in this lo' this shit ain't for no fun
And all my niggas yeah they [?]
And they all dropped up out of school so we can get these funds
And all my niggas in that cell they ain't even got no bond
I just rolled a 3.5 wood, you know that shit in my lungs
We got plenty straps, like I work for Don's
And we been deep in that water, Long Silver Johns
[Verse 4: NMNN Tuk]
I been itchin' for a lick, got lil bro full of x's
727 nigga, yeah
Send yo' bitch ass straight to heaven nigga, yeah
[Verse 1: 727 Fatboy]
Aye, I been put up for a lil minute, time to get in action
And I been hearing what y'all sayin' y'all niggas really cappin'
Like how the fuck y'all slid on me when y'all be really lackin'
Y'all niggas probably finna' get exposed so imma just get to blastin'
And it's still free out my niggas yeah they in that cell, yall niggas ain't heard about the county, cause they causing hell
And we still running up that bag, watch how I break the scale
Feel like I'm blessed and I'm really gifted only time can tell
The same nigga that tried to press me ended up on a shirt
I know yo family traumatized, had to leave yo mama hurt
And any nigga who play this way gon' end up in the dirt
So when you with that nasty ho' just stay up on alert
Where all them so called "E" niggas I'm tryna Get Some Action
Y'all niggas swear that we be lackin' but we pistol packin'
Everytime I slide up on that fo' I gotta keep a ratchet
I might just text one of you niggas, pop out and come and match it
And y'all niggas actin' like y'all with it, but y'all really scared
We had caught one of y'all niggas at the store, y'all was in a hurry
And all my niggas poppin' shit, just like they was curry
We known for poppin, out on bitches, yeah we got them 30's
[Verse 2: NMNN Tuk]
It's consequences for yo' actions, nigga you gotta die
That hot shit touched yo' brother, he got hit above his eye
Won't tell no lie
I jumped straight in that smoke and got to totin' that fire
Rollin' off the beam, nigga bet not look me in my eye
Too much pressure for a pussy, I keep a long dick
I be tweakin' when I'm sober, get yo' dome split
Hit yo' brother in his mouth, that nigga wasn't on shit
If I pop out with that cut, I bet I won't miss
Had to throw the pistol tell my bitch to go and get it
And I know she really fuckin' with it
I be rollin' with some killas you ain't fucking with it
You ain't fuckin' wit em
[Verse 3: 727 Fatboy]
Uh, how you want it aye, We gon get it done
We been sliding in this lo' this shit ain't for no fun
And all my niggas yeah they [?]
And they all dropped up out of school so we can get these funds
And all my niggas in that cell they ain't even got no bond
I just rolled a 3.5 wood, you know that shit in my lungs
We got plenty straps, like I work for Don's
And we been deep in that water, Long Silver Johns
[Verse 4: NMNN Tuk]
I been itchin' for a lick, got lil bro full of x's