King GetBack

Aye Lil bitch (Yea) Welcome to the Tape King Getback 22 shit 2 shit no fu shit F.S.O shit (Aye, aye, aye) No cap Niggas know what the f*ck it is Niggas know how the f*ck we bleed Niggas know how the f*ck we coming Off the rip God first, gang second Straight up! I ain't never had shit But a bad bitch and mac kit Food stamps on the first We ain't shit when the last hit Now I roll up for the past times Memories filled with bad times Trapping off like 6 dimes Now I'm laid up with like 6 dimes 2 more coming but I'm tired 2 3.5s got me fried That's 2 8ths Double camo Thats 2 apes Young nigga been 2 great I'm up now She wanna f*ck huh? Bitch it's too late But if she pull up Just know wassup Imma beat the box for dat sweepstakes KingGetBack why they call you that? If i take a loss, I can get it back He say he posted where the shooters at How your shooters shooters if your shooters lack I aint even really in to that If it's real beef your phone gotta map We shoot shots where your shooters at You was popping when you used to trap We still popping cause we into that Domo got about 50 traps Big stupid guns, got silly gats Big stupid funds, got silly racks Tryna leave the hood and bring Bentley's back If she leave with me you won't get her back And this only facts I don't like to cap Thats a known fact In her stomach like a six pack Probably penetration where she grin at F*ck a thick bitch Where the slims at? She want top first Better trim that Trying to move my mama where the hills at She like damn Tae where the bills at? God gon throw me them blessings on blessings And imma give yo ass racks for the stressing Drop the top and the dash a go Drop some shots and leave Like a pop and go Pick ya bitch and dip that's a pick and roll Bet you know how that's finna go F*ck her good then I'm finna go She like damn Tae where you finna go Pendant on the way so it's finna snow If I ain't up yet then I'm finna blow Tryna be patient I want them forgis on pavement Audi coupe dash it and race it Ice on my neck cost a baby The foreigns I f*ck always crazy Put 12 to his chest now he Brady I never spend what I'm making I only spend what we taking You only capping and faking Shorty in love wit my drip Now I got her ass clapping and shaking F*ck niggas want me to let up Real shooters aim from the neck up Turn his tomato to ketchup We might draw down with baretttas Shots warm him up like a sweater I love when a pretty bitch yellow I love when she jiggle like jello We really toting real metal My chain really look like a medal 12 get behind me I'm stomping the pedal Aye