Get Back
Yeah (LC, LC, LC)
Ay, pull over real quick
There go the opps
Spin back around, nigga, hurry up
That's on gang
Marcus, you killin' the beat
Did this for my dawg, yeah, this that get back (get back)
When it's war, yeah, we go tit-for-tat (tit-for-tat)
Ring around the Rosie with this big mac
Don't come around when we don't know, you get your shit clapped (gang-gang)
Got a lot of hollows poppin' out this choppa, get your shit splat (gang-gang)
Tell 'em it ain't no thang, bitch, this Liu Kang, this bitch got kick back
I got the drop on a opp kickback
Yeah, bitch, click-clack
Breakin' a Kit-Kat
Oh, they not with that? Run down on 'em I meant that
Gang-gang, this that get back (yeah)
Fuck it, I ain't worried about a opp, 'cause we gon' slump somethin'
Make my young nigga come slump one, get the drop, then bitch, you done for
Streets be like "Y'all put 'em up, huh?"
Yeah, they know Lil' 3 gon' touch somethin'
You hear them drums? Rum-bum-bum-bum
My gorillas, they too dumb-dumb (gang-gang)
They too basic, they be cappin' when they rappin'
No internet, bitch, I won't at 'em
Get off the 'Gram and let's get active
The only time they get a tag from me (when?) When I toe tag 'em
Big ol' choppa, body bag 'em
Bitch, I'm cutthroat, I'm a savage
You can't bang with my gorillas
Bitch, this blicky not for fashion
I'm laughin' at they dead potnas
I put them bitches in them caskets
All that dissin' on B Jizzle and Roy Lee, you see what happened
After we put them niggas up, I talk about 'em in my captions, yeah
Did this for my dawg, yeah, this that get back (this that get back)
When it's war, yeah, we go tit-for-tat (tit-for-tat)
Ring around the Rosie with this big mac (why?)
Don't come around who we don't know, you get your shit clapped (why?)
She only fuck me for the money, so I hit and make her thicker
Then I ask her have she ever fucked a killer (yeah)
Look her in her face and she tell me I'm that nigga (yeah-yeah)
Knowin' that I'm half man, other half gorilla (why?)
My young nigga get to geekin' with that burner and I can't calm 'em down
He itchin' for a body, if I can't get 'em, he gon' wipe 'em out
My gorillas, they too cut throat, I say go them niggas, chalk 'em out
Hit the floor, we brought them choppas out
Up the score, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
She gon' fuck me like a pro, she on go, yeah, it's up, ho (up, ho)
Hangin' out the window, I got choppas by the bus load (bow)
Turn these bitches into ashes, yeah, that's gun smoke (grrt)
I'll wipe out my own kinfolk just to show 'em that I'm cut throat
Heard a nigga from 'round my way gave y'all the drop, okay, yeah, bet that
But he can't talk to y'all no more, guess what? (Hah) Got that lil' nigga wacked
44 with a scope, ho, like I'm robo, I'ma fold 'em
(Hashtag) gorilla posted, let 'em know that's my emoji (I'm big Osama)
We gon' catch 'em 'cause they said that (gang)
Heard they put money on my head, well tell them bitches get they bread back (gang-gang)
I'm really steppin' like that, yeah-yeah (on gang)
I'm big Osama, yeah, y'all talkin' to a dead man (why?)
Did this for my dawg, yeah, this that get back
When it's war, yeah, we go tit-for-tat
Ring around the Rosie with this big mac
Don't come around who we don't know, you get your shit clapped
Ay, pull over real quick
There go the opps
Spin back around, nigga, hurry up
That's on gang
Marcus, you killin' the beat
Did this for my dawg, yeah, this that get back (get back)
When it's war, yeah, we go tit-for-tat (tit-for-tat)
Ring around the Rosie with this big mac
Don't come around when we don't know, you get your shit clapped (gang-gang)
Got a lot of hollows poppin' out this choppa, get your shit splat (gang-gang)
Tell 'em it ain't no thang, bitch, this Liu Kang, this bitch got kick back
I got the drop on a opp kickback
Yeah, bitch, click-clack
Breakin' a Kit-Kat
Oh, they not with that? Run down on 'em I meant that
Gang-gang, this that get back (yeah)
Fuck it, I ain't worried about a opp, 'cause we gon' slump somethin'
Make my young nigga come slump one, get the drop, then bitch, you done for
Streets be like "Y'all put 'em up, huh?"
Yeah, they know Lil' 3 gon' touch somethin'
You hear them drums? Rum-bum-bum-bum
My gorillas, they too dumb-dumb (gang-gang)
They too basic, they be cappin' when they rappin'
No internet, bitch, I won't at 'em
Get off the 'Gram and let's get active
The only time they get a tag from me (when?) When I toe tag 'em
Big ol' choppa, body bag 'em
Bitch, I'm cutthroat, I'm a savage
You can't bang with my gorillas
Bitch, this blicky not for fashion
I'm laughin' at they dead potnas
I put them bitches in them caskets
All that dissin' on B Jizzle and Roy Lee, you see what happened
After we put them niggas up, I talk about 'em in my captions, yeah
Did this for my dawg, yeah, this that get back (this that get back)
When it's war, yeah, we go tit-for-tat (tit-for-tat)
Ring around the Rosie with this big mac (why?)
Don't come around who we don't know, you get your shit clapped (why?)
She only fuck me for the money, so I hit and make her thicker
Then I ask her have she ever fucked a killer (yeah)
Look her in her face and she tell me I'm that nigga (yeah-yeah)
Knowin' that I'm half man, other half gorilla (why?)
My young nigga get to geekin' with that burner and I can't calm 'em down
He itchin' for a body, if I can't get 'em, he gon' wipe 'em out
My gorillas, they too cut throat, I say go them niggas, chalk 'em out
Hit the floor, we brought them choppas out
Up the score, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout
She gon' fuck me like a pro, she on go, yeah, it's up, ho (up, ho)
Hangin' out the window, I got choppas by the bus load (bow)
Turn these bitches into ashes, yeah, that's gun smoke (grrt)
I'll wipe out my own kinfolk just to show 'em that I'm cut throat
Heard a nigga from 'round my way gave y'all the drop, okay, yeah, bet that
But he can't talk to y'all no more, guess what? (Hah) Got that lil' nigga wacked
44 with a scope, ho, like I'm robo, I'ma fold 'em
(Hashtag) gorilla posted, let 'em know that's my emoji (I'm big Osama)
We gon' catch 'em 'cause they said that (gang)
Heard they put money on my head, well tell them bitches get they bread back (gang-gang)
I'm really steppin' like that, yeah-yeah (on gang)
I'm big Osama, yeah, y'all talkin' to a dead man (why?)
Did this for my dawg, yeah, this that get back
When it's war, yeah, we go tit-for-tat
Ring around the Rosie with this big mac
Don't come around who we don't know, you get your shit clapped
Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Gotch, Luke Clay, Melvin A Noble
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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