GET BACKERS (feat. DJ Smallz 732)

Look, started robbin' with only a knife Did it once, I could do that shit twice She ain't fuckin', she takin' the hike Only trust if we sorta alike I done made a few changes in life From my brother, I'm payin' the price If we totin bet one of a strike It was dark, brought em close to the light Got the ones that I love on my back Lost some people, I ain't gettin' back And my ex took my heart, give it back Told my new bitch, we cannot get attached Stackin' paper, this shit like a knack Like a hobby, or lifestyle in fact Take a lot, just keep it intact Tryna take how you think I'll react Locked the front we gon' come through the back So low-key, I don't think I can lack Three fifty-seven, riding round on my lap Four, five , six, gon' get your head cracked I just bought four pints of some green Ain't the only thing that make you lean Love for the money, can't get in between Ain't no way I let you intervene Goin' out brought my gun in the club And the clip holding more than a dub Drunk as hell, all the hoes showing love Just brought eight bottles don't feel like enough Niggas changed I ain't losin' a pennaay Chasin' money, what's keepin' me busaay How you run thru my mind keep me dizzaay Love for the money, got me in a frenzaay Ain't fuckin' that puss, shit cooked No plans for the week, shit booked Told bro break a limb, good look I can step on shit, one foot Fuckin' this shawty, shit wet like a ocean Think I know why these niggas be trollin' Don't wanna f*ck her, just suck on the D Like M-M-C-H-T Head monster, so O-D Jump in that water and hop in the V Spin blocks like DVDs I see you, but you can't see me Got a sitchy, you could come and get me I pop out of the house with my blickey Don't trust any, I'm tell you I'm picky Ain't with none of that cap, you could miss me Ride X five, shit, not a Rover Cops pursuit and I ain't pullin' over I got a warrant, and totin my blower Tryna cook me a nigga who owing Find it funny, you bragging to boasting We know the real, you ain't got no motion All this bread gotta come with a toaster Stop all the snake niggas from getting closer Back then, all the hoes ain't want me Now I'm hot and they all up on me Can't trip on a bitch about nothin Cause Olivia's son good lookin Back then, all the hoes ain't want me Now I'm hot and they all up on me Can't trip on a bitch about nothin Cause Olivia's son good lookin