Get Back (feat. MontGang Boogie)

Gotta be great shit, man Alright, mont gang Got a lil fame, I'll shoot you on stage, nigga You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours All that woofin' on the net, get caught lackin and you go get stretched You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours All that woofin' on the net, get caught lackin and you go get stretched Gen-five with a chopper, the only thing that guarantees Paid a lil' extra for the tracking number with guarantees Playin' with me, like doin' a song with the wrong keys Opp bitch knew we hit her brother, she still caught her knees But I got too much pride for that, gotta make sure we make it back Catch a nigga slippin' on his block, he goin' just to tap I don't know what I keep around, more than guns and money I'ma play broke all year, stay schemin' up to somethin' You done pissed that bitch off, now she tryna play ball Caught her two for one with this FN', but we want all ya'll, yo Feelin' like Drake in a boot, I do this shit for all my dawgs It's just I'm outta time with all that woofin', we gon' catch y'all You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours All that woofin' on her net, get caught lackin, and you gon' get stretched You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours All that woofin' on her net, get caught lackin, and you gon' get stretched Bitch, I be off them drugs, if I said I love you, I was leanin' Rarely do the clubs, but bro hit shit like Tiger Woods be feining' I be with some thugs, hope my mama don't think I'm a demon Don't do one of ones, if gang get hit, we droppin' shit to cement Bro keep a choppa, so all we ride is Stick shift, moms preach, the Bible So I guess that's how we still livin' Soon as you get right, you notice niggas start to switch sides I ain't never hate on no nigga, that's why they jealous now Bro was in that bing, but now he free, ain't have no evidence He was poppin' shit behind his mans, now both them mans is dead Gang know I'ma ticket, guns around me like the president Ain't gon lie, bitch, dumb as f*ck, but gave me brain like she intelligent F*ck with rap, cause I don't talk the mic, the only thing get me to vent Bro ridin strapped they like who that is, ain't nothin' over 5 percent, ain't tryna chat But nowadays, all these niggas know is typing shit Bitch get back, cause I'm a great, but you ain't really on my type of shit You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours All that woofin' on the net, get caught lackin, and you gon' get stretched You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours All that woofin' on the net, get caught lackin, and you gon' get stretched