The Get Back

Straight Business operator I been getting to the green Starting, passing, making plays but haters can't get shit from me I been lashing out like BDSM bitch it ain't no kink Steady saying Ima spaz but know my niggas be in sync Standing taller over business they a toddler to a king They be talking so damn much we had to rock em in the teeth F*ck a shot, I'm Like Baraka out the socket with beam Kicking shit like it was soccer thats a promise to the team Bitch I call shots, send it Like the motherfucking senate You a mall cop, get it! Cause your clothes ain't even fitted Sick of all thots then my dick gone find her pretty Ain't no soft signs in it and out the kitty Ima get it Bitch I'm all through your fucking city, stacking up I gotta ball Two hunnid milly we keep it stashed up in the vault Been devoted to the cause Since my first fucking crawl I was headed to the sauce Baby really Ian had a option Gordan ramsey with the chopping I just had to work the job, make it out you know I'm plotting Turn they ass to swiss cheese Cottage with the optic if I'm mobbing Got a way with pushing buttons bitch it ain't no bop it Put my dick inside the beat and watch how it get hopping All these bodies dropping Posterizing anybody It make em sick up in they stomach ain't no antibodies Lil bitch we been about it They see it now Hold on Dev You been spazzing right quick Lemme get that bitch nigga Yeahhhh Lemme get that from ya bruh Ayeeeeee Yea I'm bout to... Spaz on this bitch, then hand her off, we finna shoot a flick Buying all these clothes, just left the mall, she looking good and shit Bagging on these hoes, you niggas lame cause they keep hitting bricks Rather cut my tongue, and X em out, before trust a snitch Ten summers later, I'm in my bag, yeah I came to win Better get yo bitch, she only love me when I stick it in Diving in that pussy, it's soaking wet but I can't even swim Finna hit up Mike, we doubled up, cuz that's my demon twin Thugging with my bitch, go send the lo, I'm finna send the drop Sticked up like the army, when I'm riding, I keep the blicky out Remember selling phones, I was trapping at the neighbors house Got them niggas asking me questions, like "What y'all talking bout" Running up these bills, I swear to God that Ian seen a drought Niggas always speaking on some shit, they always chasing clout Had to cut the circle, some niggas tried to keep me down So don't try to kick it with me when you niggas see me now Niggas think they better, but can't compete, when I give out a verse Shawty gotta problem, like why you mad, you getting on my nerves Hit ya bitch again, but I'm sorry that I like to flirt Call me money Mitch, I told that bitch come pay me on the first Ya mans ain't street, he was hiding when y'all put in work I'm da type to f*ck a nigga bitch then have her in the church Then slide on her man, light him up and put him on a shirt No get back wit yo mans, shells struck him, now he need a nurse Nigga Aye And that's how we do right there nigga The Get back nigga This that "Get Back" nigga Yeaaahhhhh