Get Back 2.0
Watch how I hit em with a combo and I finish em
Get Back of the year, CEO bitch I deliver em
Big boss been self made ain't no question
How you say that's yo mans but you wasn't stepping
I've seen niggas turn from real to fake shit crazy
How love really turned out to be hate
Niggas post on the net, wannabe steppers huh internet cappers
It's just all a lesson huh (Let's get it)
Keep on the low stay quiet like it's a secret
OG lost his mom back in April, I still can't believe it
I know she watching me from above still showing love
You watching me run it up yeah we paid like 42 Dugg
I see the fake love in yo eyes, you can't fool me
Diss me onna song end yo career like a eulogy
Bout my money ion got time for the foolery
Make my mark they gon remember yeah
If you fallout with yo brothers just don't let em go
Enemies coming closer let em in just don't let em close
Play with Mak he get on yo ass you need holy ghost
Hate when bitches on that sneaky shit you do the fucking most
You say you my ride or die bitch that's cap
All over town sending tiddie picks all over snap
Stop trying hoe
Man this shit bogus niggas say they witchu but really be hoeing
Watch how I hit em with a combo and I finish em
Get Back of the year, CEO bitch I deliver em
Big boss been self made ain't no question
How you say that's yo mans but you wasn't stepping
I've seen niggas turn from real to fake shit crazy
How love really turned out to be hate
Niggas post on the net, wannabe steppers huh internet cappers
It's just all a lesson huh (let's get it)
(Uh) run up that money, I stack it I flip it
Cap rap niggas don't be on they pivot
Send me a hit and I bet you I flip it
Niggas not on they block they just hyping and tipping
Young trap nigga tryna get too that chicken
Be first on the beef, ian worried bout dissing
Can't love on no bitch on my dick is who she kissing
I been balling real hard like I play for the Pistons
Niggas ain't tryna slide now we gotta fye
I was on the block i've been working hard
Young trap nigga tryna get the ball
Walk down steppers man tryna kill em all
We standing tall niggas tryna step on y'all
Give a junkie perky but I know its mixed with fentanyl
Niggas faking in they head man these niggas Chris Cross
Slide slide we gon find em if we found em we gon drown em
Sipping lean perky time, dropping hits i'm really grinding
Block star hypnotized, I love my glock it stick beside
I keep a tool I hope he try me
Ain't got no peak can't reach no climate
I love my niggas more than diamonds
And if I catch em we gon drown em
Get Back of the year, CEO bitch I deliver em
Big boss been self made ain't no question
How you say that's yo mans but you wasn't stepping
I've seen niggas turn from real to fake shit crazy
How love really turned out to be hate
Niggas post on the net, wannabe steppers huh internet cappers
It's just all a lesson huh (Let's get it)
Keep on the low stay quiet like it's a secret
OG lost his mom back in April, I still can't believe it
I know she watching me from above still showing love
You watching me run it up yeah we paid like 42 Dugg
I see the fake love in yo eyes, you can't fool me
Diss me onna song end yo career like a eulogy
Bout my money ion got time for the foolery
Make my mark they gon remember yeah
If you fallout with yo brothers just don't let em go
Enemies coming closer let em in just don't let em close
Play with Mak he get on yo ass you need holy ghost
Hate when bitches on that sneaky shit you do the fucking most
You say you my ride or die bitch that's cap
All over town sending tiddie picks all over snap
Stop trying hoe
Man this shit bogus niggas say they witchu but really be hoeing
Watch how I hit em with a combo and I finish em
Get Back of the year, CEO bitch I deliver em
Big boss been self made ain't no question
How you say that's yo mans but you wasn't stepping
I've seen niggas turn from real to fake shit crazy
How love really turned out to be hate
Niggas post on the net, wannabe steppers huh internet cappers
It's just all a lesson huh (let's get it)
(Uh) run up that money, I stack it I flip it
Cap rap niggas don't be on they pivot
Send me a hit and I bet you I flip it
Niggas not on they block they just hyping and tipping
Young trap nigga tryna get too that chicken
Be first on the beef, ian worried bout dissing
Can't love on no bitch on my dick is who she kissing
I been balling real hard like I play for the Pistons
Niggas ain't tryna slide now we gotta fye
I was on the block i've been working hard
Young trap nigga tryna get the ball
Walk down steppers man tryna kill em all
We standing tall niggas tryna step on y'all
Give a junkie perky but I know its mixed with fentanyl
Niggas faking in they head man these niggas Chris Cross
Slide slide we gon find em if we found em we gon drown em
Sipping lean perky time, dropping hits i'm really grinding
Block star hypnotized, I love my glock it stick beside
I keep a tool I hope he try me
Ain't got no peak can't reach no climate
I love my niggas more than diamonds
And if I catch em we gon drown em
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Writer(s): Christian Leak
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