Get Back lyrics

[Intro]
I shot this sh*t n*gga
I recorded this sh*t, and shot this sh*t
I'm the boss

Micro drac', handheld
Shooting this b*tch with one hand
23 shots stuffed inside my Glock I named it Jumpman
Cuz could be whooping your ass from left to right
I'm still gon' jump in
'member I was broke and f*cked up
Ain't have not one gram
Me and cuz got it together said, "Rob him, we gon make one plan"
Stick every that n*gga in his goddamn city
That's just how the f*ck we finna play it
n*gga put money on my head, but I up this motherf*ckin' Glock I ain't nun' to play with
Pap' get to talkin that sh*t on this motherf*ckin' beat they say I'm going fed
Imma load this motherf*cking drac'
One thing I can tell you is, "b*tch I ain't running scared"
Mama say I'm ill and need some pills, 'cause I'm sick in the head
Feel like a a blind man the way I sleep with that stick in my bed
Switches get to going off "grrr-grrr-grrr-grrr-grrr"
On god hit everything in sight
12 tried to get behind us, n*gga I'm pulling off before they could read my rights
Stick my wrist in a bowl, I'm a turn a 2 back into 4 imma hit with all my might
Behind the door, I lock it with a 2x4
I been here all damn night
That's not your gold and n*gga them not your rolls
Why you tellin' all them lies
Fake ass killers and these fake ass goons stories
These n*ggas move like Plies
I need a dealer license with this Drac' the way I flip a ride
He spin, we slide, shoot, fire, none of them n*ggas gon-
One more time
He spin, we slide, shoot, fire, make sure none of them n*ggas survive
Glock going off
"Fire-fire-fire, fire-fire-fire
Fire-fire, fire-fire-fire, fire-fire-fire"
Shoot a n*gga soon as he go live, he made Fox 5
Aunty what the f*ck do you want?
Get the f*ck on

I ain't got no made up story for these n*ggas, on God
Boy I be cooking that sh*t
They just pulled up on me in a all white hood
You good cuz, trust me I got my stick
That car spin twice, them n*ggas get hit
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who them n*ggas with
It was what it was, it is what it is
Still breathin' when he fall, then hit him again
I ain't got sh*t to say to these b*tch ass n*ggas
Boy your OG a pus*y
Overcharged him then we took it
b*tch you should've known we crooked
.556's will change up a n*gga stomach
Like he got a BBL
I'm Dr. Miami, we faceshot gang
I'll change everything on a n*gga head
My cousin passed the blunt, back looked at me
Said, "What was wrong wit your head"
Ion know if the n*gga serious, or if he really scared
All I know is clutch my pistol when n*ggas moving really weird
He got a bunch of sob stories for me, don't really wanna hear it
If you ain't gon get in that car, to jump out and shoot
Ion really want you near me
n*gga we don't give a f*ck if you with your family
In a crowd, we'll clear it
b*tch ass n*gga shoulda moved your momma out the hood
Before you started all of that dissin'
I know your sisters still stay in the house
We don't give a f*ck boy we'll hit all them b*tches
Kill all them n*ggas
Put the dog on dawg then dog a n*gga
They say Papi a lawless n*gga
The drac' will take ya largest killer
On God