Get Back

I used to watch bro in the kitchen
So tell me why do I need chemistry nigga

You can't blow this wood
If you wasn't with me smoking swisher sweets

Don't give a fuck about what you saying
Naw that shit don't mean nothing to me

Bullet after bullet hit his skullcap
Nigga run until a nigga get back

I don't go to parties, I don't kickback
Oh that was yo hoe, sorry hit that

Now he in my text tryna chit chat
In his bed crying with his bitch ass

If he try sum make em' sit back
Niggas acting like they really with that

Chasing to the money run a 4 flat
Say he got a problem we resolve that

Young nigga walked in like a reaper
Pussy nigga mad he hating from the bleachers

Diamond tester nigga I don't need a teacher
(No I Don't)
Nigga I don't need a teacher I'm a leader

I'ma shoot a pussy nigga like Ariza
Holy water around my neck I'ma preacher

Holy water around my neck I'ma preacher
Pussy nigga better pay me for my feature
Super fucking slimy I'ma creature

Backend yeah, I'm hanging with real killers
Young nigga chose to stack it, yeah
I'm hanging with real gremlins

Young nigga go blasting yeah
I'm coming in real chilling

I'm coming in hot yeah, yeah
I turned to a real villain

No, no, no you cannot hate on me nigga
I zoom through your block and just wait on you nigga

Watch how my niggas go count up them figures
We just get to the bag and just wait til it's bigger

We just wait til it's big and we watching out for them gold diggers
This chopper hitting like a snicker

Try me I'ma get 'em up through
And my nigga Quis will beg to differ

Yeah, I put diamond on my wrist
(Let's go)

I put diamond on my fist
(Let's go)

I'm mixing that Raf with that Rick
Diamonds got cold on my neck got me sick

Young nigga walking around with a brick
Young nigga walking around with a brick
Young nigga had to wear the dress cause he had a stick

I used to watch bro in the kitchen
So tell me why do I need chemistry nigga

You can't blow this wood
If you wasn't with me smoking swisher sweets

Don't give a fuck about what you saying
Naw that shit don't mean nothing to me

Bullet after bullet hit his skullcap
Nigga run until a nigga get back

I don't go to parties, I don't kickback
Oh that was yo hoe, sorry hit that

Now he in my text tryna chit chat
In his bed crying with his bitch ass

If he try sum make em' sit back
Niggas acting like they really with that

Chasing to the money run a 4 flat
Say he got a problem we resolve that

Nigga fuck with me he gon' need EMS
I just want the money you can kee the rest

I need all of mine I don't need middle man
I just pray the lord forgive me for my sins

But I'm still a demon finna spin again
If I take a loss I take it to the chin

Spinning on niggas like merry go
Run up on niggas like there he go

Bitch I'm so ruthless and bitch I'm so slimy
Like Travis Scott I got the antidote

I know you a bitch, what you flexing for
I thought I told you it get technical

She ride on this dick like a rodeo
She keep hitting my line at the studio

She said this dick is too crazy I can't let it go
I know she lying she ended up hitting Jo

But I ain't tripping that's just how it's finna go
You niggas pussies you niggas on mistrals

If it's a problem then come press yo issue
My niggas gon hit you

I bet my last dollar them niggas gon
Hit you, my niggas yea they so official

Remember ain't have it, I fuck around rob you lil nigga
What size is yo tennis shoe

I used to watch bro in the kitchen
So tell me why do I need chemistry nigga

You can't blow this wood
If you wasn't with me smoking swisher sweets

Don't give a fuck about what you saying
Naw that shit don't mean nothing to me

Bullet after bullet hit his skullcap
Nigga run until a nigga get back

I don't go to parties, I don't kickback
Oh that was yo hoe, sorry hit that

Now he in my text tryna chit chat
In his bed crying with his bitch ass

If he try sum make em' sit back
Niggas acting like they really with that

Chasing to the money run a 4 flat
Say he got a problem we resolve that



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Writer(s): Marquis Lewis
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