No Get Backkk lyrics

[Intro]
Attack from the outside, you can do it
But attack from the inside, your history
Once you take that first step, there's no turning back
You either succeed, or your lost in enemy territory
And if you miss, you die, and all your friends will die
Uh, uh, uh (Why you run)

[Verse 1: Eem Stacks]
I told my soldiers "Suit up, go to war, let's show 'em we not playin'"
Let's creep up on these n*ggas, hit that cut, let's let these hollows change 'em
Buddy got slanger, we don't shoot from far, we get up close and bang 'em
I think we flame him, think we face arrange him, we turnt thеm boys to angles
The Mont can talk that sh*t, 'cause wе been laughin' from the start
I ain't gon' lie about my wreck, go ask your streets, I made a mark
He tried to run, I put that iron to him, like my name Tony Stark
These .223's they burn likes ashes, start decayin' all his parts
Your lil ho' b*tch, she a groupie, tell big back that she a fan
Go ask the streets 'bout YFA, b*tch we the one creatin' strands
I have yo' barber come and kill you, line you up for a couple bands
That boy keep cappin' in his rap, he ain't get back for his lil' mans
That lil' diss your homie threw, that sh*t ain't nothin', cause he a capper
b*tch it's Christmas time, I tell my shooters "Gift wrap me a klapper"
My shooters hungry, but I told him "Bring his head back on a platter"
Make sure it splatter, Wander Franco, hit his sh*t like I'm a batter
Oh, that milli' pumped all in his chest, like we did CPR
Don't need no scopes, get a two-beam just so we can see him from afar
They talk 'bout get back, ask them youngins that got stuck up in that car
They yellin' "Breath baby breath", cause his lil' lungs got torn apart
You can ask 'bout YFA, they gon' tell you "Ain't no get back"
And b*tch we standin' on this wreck, I think K3 done caught a flack
Told Broski "Please turn on that beam, attach the switch, and leave him stretched"
My b*tch go frr, and we got packs, yeah, so Livvy, we tryna match
[Verse 2: Reek12hunnit]
Don't get it twisted b*tch, I still pop it out that cut, he outta luck
Caught his ass up on that side, he should've ducked
We spin back to back, 2 bodies in one day they know what's up
We get it done, get that drop, and drop his ass, this sh*t for fun
Let's add up dead n*ggas, Fro ain't see it comin'
Oh let's not, they know we head splitters
Lurkin' on that block, they known to run, we let it dunk
YFA, Young Face Arrangers, super active whatchu want?
Caught 'em lackin' at that light, we hoppin' out and havin' fun
We got n*ggas hiding, now they tryin' end the beef
Ain't no coppin' out, we catch him on that side he D-I-E
f*ck the drac', we got switches on these Glocks, b*tch come and see
Tap once, them b*tches roll and get to bangin', like KD

[Verse 3: Reek12hunnit & Eem Stack]
b*tch we the real drillers, freak b*tch got the drop and sent it off, sh*t we them real killers
Creepin' on that spot, tryna knock them off, 'cause we don't feel n*ggas
We The Face Arrangers, pop out that cut, watch how we kill n*ggas
I hang with wig splitters, uh, uh
Lackin' on that block, with too much lean inside his soda
We gettin' back, and that's a fact, you know them boys ain't gettin' older
He was loafin' with his b*tch, until that glizzy got to rollin'
We get over, hoppin' out with different blicks, yall should've told him

[Bridge: Ybcdul]
Smokin' on they mans
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipe
Smokin' all these dead n*ggas
Buddy and the Fro and the Rizzy and the Snipe
[Verse 4: Ybcdul]
n*gga how you makin' raps about a bus stop
You tryna make your camp look good, you need to f*ckin' stop
Every time Livvy in the city, that n*gga duck his top
Q5 ain't get his chance to make his jump shot
They still ain't get back for Lil Mir, he caught a neck shot
(I got hit) Someone runs for safety, while the calls for help echo in the background (I got hit)
If Bro-Bro was alive, I would've made that lil b*tch f*ck the block
That ten milli' jumpin' all on Tommie, it made his body lock
We the ones that's makin' noise, we got the city hot
20 grand in my Ksubi's, I got big knots
Them n*ggas on the 9 don't got no guns, and they all props
We can even bend up on the mont, they on the rooftop
I keep forgetting 'bout that young bull from the back block
Haddy tried to run with his gun, they made his back hot
We call Rell perc' head, that n*gga love shots