Get Back 2 (feat. JBleazy)
Drowning in my feelings, my room has got no ceiling
I think I should be locked up, all the drugs that I keep dealing
And laced with fentanyl, feel no remorse at all
Hoping karma's coming back, please soon man let me fall
In love with your absence, she loving on my essence
Her hands all on my chest and the drugs are now digesting
Visions getting hazy, pace is hella lazy
Tommy like I'm Brady, couple bitches shady
Someone try to play me, uh uh uh
White bitch, suck my dick, call that shit a snow blow
R.I.P my bruddas gone too soon, can't trust your own hoes
Glaze over my eyes so you can't see into my fucking soul
Or to my mind, Stephen Strange, I got the time
I got the rocks and I got the gems, I'm fucking that bitch
She suck on my cock, uh uh
Get back, uh huh, get back, uh huh
Hope he talking get back, but he mean get back
I'll be talking get back like, I'ma take my shit back
And then some
Damn I be looking so handsome
Damn I'm gripping on my handgun
Boy you know what I'm on, but I don't know what you on
Back of the class, yeah I got to trappin, all the trust from babies don't know about that
Junkies and abusers, you can have the clout back, I'm just trying to take a nap like Snorlax
I bet your ass still addicted to Xanax,
Omaha, Elkhorn with the annex
You clientele, paying with the AMX, boy I pull up and I'm speaking Spanglish
I don't really know how to speak Spanish
I don't really know how the fuck I manage
Getting all this shit poppin, then it pay attention
Back in class, all the teachers yeah they was hatin'
Saying I wouldn't make it anywhere
Gotta back up plan if it ain't fair
Now I really don't see 'em anywhere
How you gon' tell me what's wrong, when you don't know what's right
How you gon' tell me to fight, when I keep me a pipe
Totin my strike, I'ma ignite, told that boy he better hide
Hit in the eye, I'm all the buzz, yeah he better not try
But if he does, just do that shit like you Nike
Keep a mask on my face, now I'm feeling like I'm fucking Shiesty
Winnie the Pooh, dab in the honey like you snooze
You the caboose, end up on the news, chop on my side goin grah
I think I should be locked up, all the drugs that I keep dealing
And laced with fentanyl, feel no remorse at all
Hoping karma's coming back, please soon man let me fall
In love with your absence, she loving on my essence
Her hands all on my chest and the drugs are now digesting
Visions getting hazy, pace is hella lazy
Tommy like I'm Brady, couple bitches shady
Someone try to play me, uh uh uh
White bitch, suck my dick, call that shit a snow blow
R.I.P my bruddas gone too soon, can't trust your own hoes
Glaze over my eyes so you can't see into my fucking soul
Or to my mind, Stephen Strange, I got the time
I got the rocks and I got the gems, I'm fucking that bitch
She suck on my cock, uh uh
Get back, uh huh, get back, uh huh
Hope he talking get back, but he mean get back
I'll be talking get back like, I'ma take my shit back
And then some
Damn I be looking so handsome
Damn I'm gripping on my handgun
Boy you know what I'm on, but I don't know what you on
Back of the class, yeah I got to trappin, all the trust from babies don't know about that
Junkies and abusers, you can have the clout back, I'm just trying to take a nap like Snorlax
I bet your ass still addicted to Xanax,
Omaha, Elkhorn with the annex
You clientele, paying with the AMX, boy I pull up and I'm speaking Spanglish
I don't really know how to speak Spanish
I don't really know how the fuck I manage
Getting all this shit poppin, then it pay attention
Back in class, all the teachers yeah they was hatin'
Saying I wouldn't make it anywhere
Gotta back up plan if it ain't fair
Now I really don't see 'em anywhere
How you gon' tell me what's wrong, when you don't know what's right
How you gon' tell me to fight, when I keep me a pipe
Totin my strike, I'ma ignite, told that boy he better hide
Hit in the eye, I'm all the buzz, yeah he better not try
But if he does, just do that shit like you Nike
Keep a mask on my face, now I'm feeling like I'm fucking Shiesty
Winnie the Pooh, dab in the honey like you snooze
You the caboose, end up on the news, chop on my side goin grah
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Writer(s): Andrew Weelborg
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