B2A

Real life, K.I.G This that Get Back You know what's up with us Big Knots, Big Glocks Get Back is a must Why you think I got this mask And you know who did that shit We ain't even gotta ask We been spankin' niggas Puttin' belts to they ass If I ain't off that deuce Then you know I'm on that cash Body bags and G-locks But we still be gettin' cash We ain't trippin' off them lights Come on bro, we do the dash I could put my dummies on them And I bet it ain't gon' crash All the thoughts inside my head I just keep it in a stash This that gutta music This that grimy talk This how you draw the chalk This how you let it spark Slimy nigga with some cash Also got a bad temper Better have some life insurance If you don't, go get with Kemper I'm the coldest nigga out I was born in December Fallin' out of by the chick Man, these niggas fuckin' tender Old head say he gon' bust me I was fuckin' on his head Shoulda did that shit right there Then he found out I'm a beast You know a bitch who fuckin' hate me Now we never even speak Hit the nigga like I'm Tana Came right back and left him weak It's K-I-G free T-T-G All my shooters trained to go Free Y-G-G-F-T-G Cause I'm really from the gutta Get back is a must Why you think I got this mask And you know who did that shit You ain't even got a hat Steepin' spankin' niggas Puttin' belts to they ass If I ain't off that du You know I'm on that cass Body bags and G-locks But we still be gettin' cash I ain't trippin' off them lights Come on bro, we do the dash I could put my dummies on them And I bet it ain't gon' crash Y'all look cool since I'm not here I just give you the stats It's war time We in tented coops Jump out while it's moves Can't let a nigga get away with nothin Tryna buck u Check the stats This on heaven's juice In the devil's juice You got free will So your destination Depends on how you move I'm a threat Don't apply the press Like a hickey on they neck You play that fox game I'm a vet Kevin gates, bitch, I don't rest They callin' me the A-O-D Could come destroy you or protect I made plenty niggas famous Grave they names inside a blast Bitch, I'm that I live my life to the fullest With no regrets I put in work My resume just experience For the ass These niggas sippin Crashin' over bitches I'm hittin' from the back With intentions in the back To kiss on you That's disrespect Get back is a must Why you think I got this mask And you know who did that shit James even got a hat Still just spankin' niggas Puttin' belts to they ass If I ain't off that dude's thing You know I'm on that cash Body bags and G-locks But we still be gettin' cash I ain't trippin' off them lights Come on, bro, we do the dash I could put my dummies on them I bet it ain't gon' crash Y'all look cool since I'm not here I just keep it in the stash