Get It Bak Lyrics

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Mob Gang

Run it up like a lap uh

Kick in the door of your fucking trap uh

Riding around town with a fucking strap uh

I don't know the nigga, I just serve him pack

I don't know the nigga, I just serve him pack

Get a pack, flip it back

Add it up, drop a stack aye

Run it up like a lap uh

Kick in your door, now we on your trap

Sig on me, gave that boy a heart attack

Hit her one time, then I don't acknowledge that

Took a loss on a play but I'm a get it back

Put a snap back on, them boys hell of cap

Op door, kicking that

Running in, licking that

Having money conversations

Tell them people I ain't really with the chit chat

Tom and Jerry, boys rat, in the house playing round with them kitty cats

Assault and bat, front the judge

Only time you ever see a nigga do the cap

Got a pretty ting, thick ass

Baby riding on the dick, make the bitch crash

Gettin money, hell of cash

Trying to stuff that paper in until I rip the bag

I ain't texting fast enough, I made the bitch mad

Have my big sister beat a little bitch ass

I ain't rolling up shit, if it ain't gas

When they let me in the house, I'm taking out the trash

Put a nigga in the dumpster, load the sticks up in the whip

And send them bullets through his Honda

Trying to get up in my business, I ain't telling niggas nothing

She be loving when we fucking, got her taking off the condom

Dukie lump, hit dat

Eat that, Floyd Mayweather, I beat that

Lay a nigga down like a bean bag

Go bust down, play freeze tag

Balling on them, league pass

Making plays,Steve nash

Drinking lean too fast

3 Zans, I done up and let the coop crash

Mississippi reminiscing, want to move back

Got some thugs in the house and a few straps

If you talking about money, I blew that

See the plug, drop a stack

Get a pack, flip it back

Add it up, drop a stack aye

Run it up like a lap uh

Kick in your door, now we on your trap

Sig on me, gave that boy a heart attack

Hit her one time, then I don't acknowledge that

Took a loss on a play but I'm a get it back

Put a snap back on, them boys hell of cap

Op door, kicking that

Running in, licking that

Having money conversations

Tell them people I ain't really with the chit chat

Tom and Jerry, boys rat, in the house playing round with them kitty cats

Assault and bat, front the judge

Only time you ever see a nigga do the cap

Only time I was capping was at my graduation

I got to make a few plays at the gas station

I'm a give him six minutes cuz I'm not waiting

I got to get this shit right now, I'm so impatient

I done did so much dirt, I ain't got to say shit

Mob gang, them, them niggas you don't want to play with

Chopper pop him, have leaning back like the matrix

Get a dollar everyday, the only way it make sense

Backwood, pint of wok

All these turkey bags on me, shit overstocked

You asking way too many questions, is you finna shop

I just poured a lot of lean in a little pop

When I first got a knot, I put it in my sock

Ain't nobody showed me how to go and get the guap

Face shot now he looking like fetty wap

Hide and seek with the pistol, is you ready or not

She got some big ass titties, Betty boop

Tostitos, already got a scoop

I ain't trying to talk if it ain't about the loop

Indica, sativa, rolling up different fruit

Seen that hoe in the club but I ain't notice you

Leww be all about that sack, Ndamukong Suh

Add it up, run it up

You got to listen when a nigga be telling you to

Get a pack, flip it back

Add it up, drop a stack aye

Run it up like a lap uh

Kick in your door, now we on your trap

Sig on me, gave that boy a heart attack

Hit her one time, then I don't acknowledge that

Took a loss on a play but I'm a get it back

Put a snap back on, them boys hell of cap

Op door, kicking that

Running in, licking that

Having money conversations

Tell them people I ain't really with the chit chat

Tom and Jerry, boys rat, in the house playing around with them kitty cats

Assault and bat, front the judge

Only time you ever see a nigga do the cap