GET IT RIGHT BACK
I don't speak no cap
So I don't know the fuck you talkin' Bout'
Aye, aye
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, yeah
Roll the pack
Roll a pack and I get it right back
Yeah, yeah
Bend that ass and I'm throwin' hella Cash
Yeah, yeah
Do the dash, got a bullet and it match
Yo' head
She gave me head in bed
Throw it back, got the music at the Max
Yeah, yeah
Yo' shit trash
You throw shots at me
But you're dead
Smoke a pack and I merk em' on the Street
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know deep music but this ain't Deep
Yeah, yeah
I'm'a keep this bitch, she keep me on My feet, no gang
Cut relations cause none of them for Me
Give me brain, she pullin' up the Sheets
Aye, aye
This girl just spit on my dick and she Licked it
I fucked her good she know that I'm Wit it
Gold chain on your neck I'll come Round' and slit it
I'm hella misunderstood, y'all know That ya missin'
Smoking pounds of gas, shawty we Be driftin'
Make that love last
I know you are what I'm gifted
Roll that dope fast
She listen when I mix it
Murder in the track
This time round' it's different
Make it bounce back fuck around and Get it
Burn the ounce back, we got fucked And lit it
Quarantine got me fucked
I got my hundredth track finished
I'm mix it, I master, find samples to Gather
So I don't know the fuck you talkin' Bout'
Aye, aye
Yeah
Aye, aye, aye
Yeah, yeah
Roll the pack
Roll a pack and I get it right back
Yeah, yeah
Bend that ass and I'm throwin' hella Cash
Yeah, yeah
Do the dash, got a bullet and it match
Yo' head
She gave me head in bed
Throw it back, got the music at the Max
Yeah, yeah
Yo' shit trash
You throw shots at me
But you're dead
Smoke a pack and I merk em' on the Street
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know deep music but this ain't Deep
Yeah, yeah
I'm'a keep this bitch, she keep me on My feet, no gang
Cut relations cause none of them for Me
Give me brain, she pullin' up the Sheets
Aye, aye
This girl just spit on my dick and she Licked it
I fucked her good she know that I'm Wit it
Gold chain on your neck I'll come Round' and slit it
I'm hella misunderstood, y'all know That ya missin'
Smoking pounds of gas, shawty we Be driftin'
Make that love last
I know you are what I'm gifted
Roll that dope fast
She listen when I mix it
Murder in the track
This time round' it's different
Make it bounce back fuck around and Get it
Burn the ounce back, we got fucked And lit it
Quarantine got me fucked
I got my hundredth track finished
I'm mix it, I master, find samples to Gather
Credits
Writer(s): Andy Ricketts
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