Get Back

I'm too smooth with the moves like my hair was slicked back
Shawty fucked my homie playing petty with her get back
I can't vibe with too much fake, this is not a kickback
So get back

Yatta why you move how you move cause I'm on my own
Nineteen ninety-five born alive sitting on my throne
Don't compare me to nobody, Gucci Mane I'm not a clone
If you ain't chasing that bag then it's something wrong

She's black but act like a yellow bone
She's short & sweet I call her honeycomb
The money calling on my other phone
Then I do my money dance, Yatta Puffy Combs

I'm too real, I'm too trill, I got all the skills
I'm an All Star watch me ball(d) like Little Bill
Gotta hustle & flow
I'm too scared to be broke
If you don't hustle in the streets, you need your card revoked

Fourth quarter, down by two, I don't need no free throws
Toronto Raptors I just won, accomplished the goal
Watch these snakes, they so nosy tell em touch on they nose
Michael Jackson, I can't let none of you fuck with my bros

Never hiding out
Money is the language so I don't know what you talking bout
Get that money, save it up & vibe, that's the safer route
If I run out of paper then I'm like the trap in a drought
Pretty much I want the bag, I don't even need the clout

As long as you know my name
Don't wear it out like a icy chain
Keep this loud pack in my brain
That's the way I maintain
I can't get stuck in my lane
I can't get stuck in my lane
Foreign exchange, Immigration, I tell em

Get back
I'm too smooth with the moves like my hair was slicked back
Shawty fucked my homie playing petty with her get back
I can't vibe with too much fake, this is not a kickback
So get back



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Writer(s): Yatta Kidd
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