Artist: Yung Mal Album: Iceburg Song: Get Em Typed by: AZ Lyrics Huh, I be tryna tell these niggas chill, chill Dubba-AA flexin' Ayy, yo, that's Dre Tryna just kill 'em, man Louie Bandz made another one Just like my money, I'ma stretch him, uh Catch a nigga at the exit Leave his head in his lap while he textin' Bus load comin' in, we call it 'Rome Bettis Drop that cash, nigga, bet it PayPal, Cash App, send it through Zelle, huh Stay strapped, never bear arm teddy (This is the sound) Fuck the block, the quick come petty Take her off block, I can fuck when I'm ready Been thuggin' all my life, no Makaveli Diamonds they shine, lil' ho, I'm Big Pissy Play with me, nigga, your head get missin' Yeah, I signed me a deal, but my brother still trap in the kitchen Fuck 12, free Lil Quill, let's get it Straight out the trenches, now I'm worth mil' tickets Fuck her all night when my pill kick in Yeah, I got rich but I'm still Zone 6 livin' Ride with that stick and it flip niggas All this shit, it came from the ground, I built, nigga Took off fast, I shocked 'em just like Silkk, nigga I get your partner killed, nigga Brother made bond, he still killin' Don't fuck with no rat, no Stuart Little We get that pack and we straight dismiss 'em Bitch asked me why I fuck with my pistol Bitch, I can't do shit without this glizzy Got that glizzy while I'm pissin' I can't trust these niggas Seen niggas cross they niggas out like they had scissors Huh, she take my dick and rinse it, yeah I'm in her mouth like a dentist, yeah Can't fall off, got Benjamins, yeah All my cars be tinted, yeah Huh, hol' up, yeah Get 'em, yeah, get 'em, get 'em, uh, uh Shawty gon' get 'em, get 'em, huh Shawty wan' play, I'ma get him, huh Straight through his head, split him, uh Play with that bread, we kill 'em, huh, yeah Poppin' these Percs like Skittles, yeah We do the pushin' and sit-ups, yeah I shoot that Glock with my chin up, yeah Toss up a dub at Pin Ups (Mhm) Know the front end comin' in soon as I wake up Go to L.A. and I ball like Kobe, no Laker (Mhm) He just a hater, he don't got no paper I heard went broke tryna flex for the ladies Huh, hol' up, yeah Get 'em, yeah, get 'em, get 'em, uh, uh Shawty gon' get 'em, get 'em, huh Shawty wan' play, I'ma get him, huh