Got It Bacc
Aye
Four five my hip, that's why my jeans sag
Be careful what you say, because yo next words can be yo last
Know I turn to the devil if you make me mad
Damn near lost my hand, they tried to flick me, they was on my ass
Hit a tree, had to throw the chop and went and got it back
Got so tired of being broke, had to go and get a bag
You can fuck on any bitch when they know you got them racks
Young nigga so eager to catch a body, he forgot his mask
Taking off with this music shit I'm hopping in my bag
My lil sister love me to death, know she can get my last
Told my mama, when I get rich, imma pay you back
I keep having dreams of me on top and shit, I need it bad
Tolerate no disrespect one move we set it off
My young nigga put in work it ain't no laying off
Them boys behind me, swing that stick, but we ain't playing golf
It's mines vs yours, let's goto war and have a stand off
Where i'm from we love them choppa sounds like call of duty
Had that chop for like 3 years and you ain't never shoot it
If I got it on me, then best believe I'm tryna use it
Every time I make it home my mama see say hallelujah
They live on the internet, ain't getting no no mula
Think I ain't bout it, come and test me, I'll do it to ya
They ain't shoot when they man's died, but always say they would've
Go and catch a body, stop all that talking, fuck that could've, should've
Nigga Four five my hip, that's why my jeans sag
Be careful what you say, because yo next words can be yo last
Know I turn to the devil if you make me mad
Damn near lost my hand, they tried to flick me, they was on my ass
Hit a tree, had to throw the chop and went and got it back
Got so tired of being broke, had to go and get a bag
You can fuck on any bitch when they know you got them racks
Young nigga so eager to catch a body, he forgot his mask
He forgot his mask
Forgot his mask
Young nigga got a body he forgot his mask
Young nigga just want him a fucking body he forgot his mask
Four five my hip, that's why my jeans sag
Be careful what you say, because yo next words can be yo last
Know I turn to the devil if you make me mad
Damn near lost my hand, they tried to flick me, they was on my ass
Hit a tree, had to throw the chop and went and got it back
Got so tired of being broke, had to go and get a bag
You can fuck on any bitch when they know you got them racks
Young nigga so eager to catch a body, he forgot his mask
Taking off with this music shit I'm hopping in my bag
My lil sister love me to death, know she can get my last
Told my mama, when I get rich, imma pay you back
I keep having dreams of me on top and shit, I need it bad
Tolerate no disrespect one move we set it off
My young nigga put in work it ain't no laying off
Them boys behind me, swing that stick, but we ain't playing golf
It's mines vs yours, let's goto war and have a stand off
Where i'm from we love them choppa sounds like call of duty
Had that chop for like 3 years and you ain't never shoot it
If I got it on me, then best believe I'm tryna use it
Every time I make it home my mama see say hallelujah
They live on the internet, ain't getting no no mula
Think I ain't bout it, come and test me, I'll do it to ya
They ain't shoot when they man's died, but always say they would've
Go and catch a body, stop all that talking, fuck that could've, should've
Nigga Four five my hip, that's why my jeans sag
Be careful what you say, because yo next words can be yo last
Know I turn to the devil if you make me mad
Damn near lost my hand, they tried to flick me, they was on my ass
Hit a tree, had to throw the chop and went and got it back
Got so tired of being broke, had to go and get a bag
You can fuck on any bitch when they know you got them racks
Young nigga so eager to catch a body, he forgot his mask
He forgot his mask
Forgot his mask
Young nigga got a body he forgot his mask
Young nigga just want him a fucking body he forgot his mask
Credits
Writer(s): Denario Cook-hawkins
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