T Dot, DJ Drama, Bando Gz - Get Even Lyrics

Ayy
So unnuh waan' tek it personal
Waan' talk 'bout done
Yuh tink mi come fi done?
All mi haffi do is ben fi di new gun
(Grrah, grrah)
Anyting test, dead
Mi just fly off dozen head
Lawd ah mercy (shoutout to T-Dot and Bando)
(Gangsta Grillz)

Bitch, I pop me a Perc (at all)
I can't lack for the opposition, I invest in a pole (at all, at all)
Spend all day 'til we catch a victim (like what?)
Hop out on his block, heard he here, was just throat
Just for talkin' on bro (on bro)
Bitch, I stay with the chopper, y'all already know
T-Dot totin' a pole (on bro)
Gun the spot up and slid out, nobody gon' go
If you throw up an O, know I'm droppin' it (on bro)
RPT in the spot, know we came with a lot of grips (ayy)
Talkin', braggin', a lot of it (like what?)
Hop out, all black, doin' shots, they anonymous
Smokin' sh-, I ain't tryna diss (at all, at all)
Niggas ain't spinnin' shit, opt out, suck a lot of dick (at all)
Masked up, 'cause we tryna hit
Make it back to the block, smoke up, then plot again
Fuck all the cappin', 'cause them niggas know who really active
Smoke a top Benji, we're known as a lacker
Beat the O, said he wasn't a factor
New opp down, we roll him in a Backwoods
Suck my dick, then you know that we packed up (grrah, grrah)
New opp down, we roll him in a Backwoods
Suck my dick, then you know that we packed up (grrah, grrah)

We just spinnin', creepin' on the opps
Call up Bando, he gon' let it flock
Flock out the flock, a nozzle in a box (nozzle)
Smokin' shit, rippin' shit, a Bentley's top (hey)
When you see me, don't run, don't trip
Accuracy aim, put the beam on a grip (grrah)
Tell him to get back, he got beef with his dick
AJ got caught, he got beat with a brick
One too shady, I'm a gangster
She like, "T-Dot, oh, you kinda shake time"
Too many knockers and my shit get dangerous
Brodie, he itchin' to clutch it, he anxious (brr)
Y'all keep droppin' the jet (like what?)
Suck my dick, tell him, "Get back for X"
J gon' die, bullet ripped through his vest (boom)
Jebi, he died, he got shot in his neck (boom, boom)
DThang my evil, tell word to my mother
Don't go shoot on that bitch like the butter
Can't even be whylin', lookin' for the mothers
Free G the G, they have to free bro Stunna
That's the only spot we gon' leave him (like what?)
Dunk my chopper on the fiend in a beamer (boom)
Brought out the mop, because we had to clean 'em (damn)
I know Nicki and she from marinas
Stacks in the car, he movin' like a demon
Swear I gotta go more to get even (grrah, grrah)
Swear I gotta do more to get-

Suck my dick
O-O shots, that's T-Dot, nigga
Grrah, grrah, grrah