Get Back Freestyle Lyrics

I see a whole lot of pump fakin I see a whole lot of him ight

I see a whole lot of Yeh come on I see a whole lot of Ight bet

I see a whole lot of guns that ain't never been shot niggas just babysitting

He got a dirtbag so when he go around people and it smell like a baby Shitting

Wig on with a nightgown when they get out that truck then them K's Hitting Don't get it confused nigga it was them Glu's ain't no lady did it

Ain't no date on none of this get-back shit book me for overkill

Lil' bro in a pursuit runnin' from a Oink Oink showin' his motor skills

Yeen' never ever seen a car get riddled' with bullets spin' through Klova Trell All my niggas on whatever i'm on wake up ready to die go to jail

I'll drop the mic go equip me a switch get suited and booted I'm so for real

I just seen the news and it gave me chills In my clique bad bitches kill

Made a hunnid ball when I was in that field niggas fucked the game up a Cop was killed

If he say my name see how choppa's feel go ground hogg then ya Mamma Spilled

Niggas switchin' roles by the dollar bill let that 30 roll I ain't poppin' pills

I was broke as hell I had pocket tears started pimping then I seen profit Shares

Stabbing this bitch from the front she biting my ear now I'm like Holyfield

My shooters aim so good they'll hit you inna crowd like you was in an open Field

Yeah nigga know you can't hide no crowd right?

And I got this big ass Big ass cow head pendant

Bitch I'm rockin' the cow head pendant

No penny I be blue hunnid pinching' I put the bitch on dick restrictions

She crazy I beat it like Sonny Liston Box on the Glock was a great Invention

We collide then you get in the Satan sentence Ho try to kill herself goin' 40 Mph I hate fake crazy bitches

Ain't no more Glu I ain't sippin' no green

Fuck it I'ma sip on Tuss Name one hoe I trust Face app

Using ass bitch I call your bluff

I'm finna blow up right now

I'm still in the hood every day like snow on the bluff

Strapped up then I'm buff My shit different it go through bulletproof stuff

Bitches be lyin' I'm changin' my line I'm drippin' designer

I never be cryin' I feel tension they don't wanna mention

I take off my belt if they get out of line I put that belt on a nigga behind

Jay And my Glu Vicky behind me Abracadabra they usin' they wand

Poof now the lil nigga a zombie Fully' choppa got a lotta kick

I'm rocking Prada I be tryna fry some shit Me and Jalen got a 30

Put it on the bottom It look like some hockey sticks

Fuck my old hoe she ain't shit I was hittin' the road

She probably was suckin' dick

Gotta button they done hit the lights man make a right I gotta throw this Bitch

Goddamn this hoe fine as fuck if she think I'm green I'ma smoke the bitch Rose Patek on some trophy shit

I'm a king like Kofi bitch Pouring wock on the floor

They say I'm trippin' but I'm ignorin' that shit

Murder business on some OD shit aim it at his rim

Then blow da bitch