Get Back lyrics

[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
Yoz, what you tellin' me? (Yeah)
What you tellin' me? Yeah
I got stacks to the right of me
I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait
Woo
Look, look
Ayy, what up?
Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? Hey, what them folks talkin' 'bout?
Huh, look, huh

[Verse]
Buddy 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 n*ggas ain't into that
n*gga be talkin' hot, but he ain't on sh*t (Woo)
I got like fifty rounds up in this clip
If I go to jail, n*gga, I'll plead the Fifth (Uh)
'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid
n*ggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?
I'm like n*gga, f*ck the pigs
The judge like, "Why you actin' like a di*k?"
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 f*ck, hold on
She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment
She get di*k 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" (Woah)
She want a star
She wanna f*ck 'cause she know who we are
These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw
When it come to hoes, I got b*tches galore (Grrt, woo)
She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
Freak b*tch put my di*k 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, ayy
I go dumb, dumb, dumb (Go dumb)
Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped (Baow)
f*ck what they say, they know that I'm gucci
Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (Pop, pop, pop)