Get Back

Yeah
It's Young Jetta, who else would it be?
Ain't the same since elementary
The drip came from the seven seas
Feel like Killua, I got the Nen on me
Feel like Kankan, 'cause she ain't nun to me
I can't rock with that boy he a wannabe
He don't talk, he just run and breathe

That boy a fiend
Took his pendant, 'lito Keyes
Seven Seven, they know me
Put on the team
Shout out October, the dream
10.28, GangYang only
Jetta way too OP
Don't flex, don't flex, don't flex please
I could care less about your cheese

Okay, going up with my boys
Never really had no choice
That bish' got me annoyed
I hope she gets destroyed
Yeah, I hope she never gets joy
Okay, I hope she gets unemployed
Damn, they was like "who's over there?"
It was just me and the boys with the (Noise)

Ok what's good
Look, trust me, I come 'round the corner, I got them all shook
My twin a finesser, watch out when he juug
He goin put him on death row, no Suge
Yuh
That boy a nerd, he only read books
And he still mad 'cause his chain got took

I know that boy is lame
My boys are never tame
Okay, I levitate
I really be saying some sus shit, they be like (What did he say?)
Yeah we up in the rave
Make that boy get erased
Dumb ass boy lost his face
We are not the ones to blame
Okay, maybe we the ones to blame

Yeah
I'm riding round town with my twizzy
No kizzy, they say they got dracs' like the following Drizzy
Oh really?
I chill in the summer but I ain't Jozzizy

Cannot call back 'cause I'm busy
Cap
Really I'm chilling with Millie, they say that we killing it
That's facts
Yeah, that's facts
Lil boy get toe tagged
Pew, pew, what's that?
It's us, we on the-, on the attack

Sorry bout that
I thought he was Twizzy Rich by the way he telling me "sorry bout that"
Bruh, boy ain't no time to chat
Stop capping with them racks
Okay
'Fore they catch you when you lack

Push ya boy, get back
Push ya boy, get back
Push ya boy, get back
Push ya boy, get back
Push ya boy, get back



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Writer(s): Roberto Malave
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