Get Back! (feat. $oFaygo)

This ain't that, I'm just tryna count up big racks (Hell, yeah, hell, yeah)
I'ma up the Glock and make that boy get back (Hell, yeah)
Spray 'em on lil' baby, you know I can't lack (Hell, yeah)
Hit that back in, and I'ma make that ho lose traction (Yeah)
You the hothead nigga but he better relax
I don't care about a critic or a nigga feedback
Tryna bring a nigga down, now a nigga see that (That)
Freeband, nigga, that's all on me (Yeah)
Yeah, that's all I see
GG, baby, that's all I breathe
Had to run to the money, know a nigga like green
This lavish life somethin' you can't see
Relax 'fore I up the Glock on me
Been flexin', now I really got a nigga heated
She got down, told that girl, "Eat it"

Choppa, choppa hold the rounds, yeah
Nigga, we gunnin' 'em down, yeah
Me and Faygo, yeah, we skrrt off in whips
And you know that we runnin' the town, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Run up on me, mistake
Choppa gon' leave you dead up in your grave
Say you don't want me, I said okay
I don't surf on no bitch, I'm creating a wave
Me and Faygo goin' crazy
Yeah, she eat me up, and she be saying I'm tasty
I be going dummy hard on these tracks
Ain't no time for rest, ain't no time to relax
Me and Faygo, we don't fuck with the opp shit
Burn it right down, got the chopsticks
Nigga, why you hating on me? Better stop it
I'm only fourteen, I ain't never stoppin'
Drop it, yeah, you wanted me to drop it
You be layin' with my friends in the tropics
You mine, yeah, you know I had to lock it
Me and Faygo, yeah, we come for you, better stop it

This ain't that, I'm just tryna count up big racks (Hell, yeah, hell, yeah)
I'ma up the Glock and make that boy get back (Hell, yeah)
Spray 'em on lil' baby, you know I can't lack (Hell, yeah)
Hit that back in, and I'ma make that ho lose traction
You the hothead nigga but he better relax
I don't care about a critic or a nigga feedback
Tryna bring a nigga down, now a nigga see that (That)
Freeband, nigga, that's all on me (Yeah)
Yeah, that's all I see
GG, baby, that's all I breathe
Had to run to the money, know a nigga like green
This lavish life somethin' you can't see
Relax 'fore I up the Glock on me
Been flexin', now I really got a nigga heated
She got down, told that girl, "Eat it"

This ain't that, I'm just tryna count up big racks (Hell, yeah, hell, yeah)
I'ma up the Glock and make that boy get back (Hell, yeah)
Spray 'em on lil' baby, you know I can't lack (Hell, yeah)
Hit that back in, and I'ma make that ho lose traction (Yeah)
You the hothead nigga but he better relax
I don't care about a critic or a nigga feedback
Tryna bring a nigga down, now a nigga see that
Freeband—



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Writer(s): Fazan Munshi
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