Get Back

[Intro]

Traphouse Mob

Yoz, what you tellin' me? (Hahaha, ah)

What you tellin' me? Yeah

I got stacks to the right of me (Juju on the beat)

I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait

Haha, woo, aha

Look, look

Ayy, what up?

Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? Hey, what them folks talkin' 'bout?

Huh, look, huh

[Verse]

Brodie gon' grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that

Send shots, make 'em get back

All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff

My niggas ain't into that

Nigga be talkin' hot, but he ain't on shit (Woo)

I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (Nah)

If I go to jail, nigga, I'll plead the Fifth (Uh)

'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid

Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?

I'm like, nigga, fuck the pigs

The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick?"

I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic"

My lawyer like, "Papi, why you brazen?"

I said I pop a Perc' and feel amazin'

I shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh

Look at the money I'm raisin'

She wanna fuck, hold on

She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment

She get dick and Edible Arrangements

That's the only form of payment

Shawty a snack

And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back

She like, "Papi, you so crazy," huh

I told her, "Wine on me, baby" (Hold on)

She want a star

She wanna fuck 'cause she know who we are

These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw

When it come to hoes, I got bitches galore (Grrt, woo)

She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at

Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at (Woo)

She goin' all gas, no chit-chat (Ayy)

She goin' all gas, no chit-chat

Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (Bum)

Here come that boy with the drum (Woo)

If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (Brrt, brrt)

If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun (Brrt, brrt), ayy

I go dumb, dumb, dumb (Go dumb)

Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped (Baow)

Fuck what they say, they know that I'm gucci

Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)