Get Back (Outro) ft. OSF T3 Lyrics

Imma get my get back

I don't need that bitch back

We be going tit fa tat

I'm like hoe

Please just give my shit back

I don't need that bitch back

Imma get my get back

I don't need that bitch back

We be going tit fa tat

I'm like hoe

Just give my shit back

If you can take her

Keep her that ain't my bitch

I ain't trippin

No more simping

Fuck it all I'm dipping

Woahhh

Look

Im done wit da hoe

she really a cunt

Good bye to the bitch

Im sick of her stunts

Im jus trynna chill

Nd Roll up a blunt

Im smoking a mix

gelato & runts

You hate that im real

Im jus bein blunt

She called me cabron

I look at her dumb

"She sick of my shit

she jus mad I don't want her

Imma get my get back

I don't need that bitch back

We be going tit fa tat

I'm like hoe

Please just give my shit back

I'm so sick of the games

You know that we grown

Give a fuck if you love me

I'm good on my own

So sick of the fighting

Bitch leave me alone

Like who is you yelling at

Work on your tone

She reached for my dick

But she rubbed on my gun

You jus love when we fucking

I love when you moan

You know that I'm over it

You know that we done

Why is you texting

Stop hitting my phone

You think you the main

This ain't ya show

I wanted a wife but got me a hoe

She sucking me off

And feeling it grow

I don't even love her

I just love when she blow

Just leave me alone

Bitch I'm in my zone

Stop hitting my phone

Stop hitting my phone

Stupid lil hoe gotta get the fuck on

Said you were done

But stay hitting my phone

I don't want relation

Jus give me the dome

You can't stay the night

Bitch I'm sending ya home

Can't seem to get right

So jus leave me alone

Imma fuck from the back

Now she moan to my songs

Stick out sum titties

It turning me on

We gone fuck fa a hour

The air got me gone

Give a fuck bout the love

I'm keeping my gun

Can't trip bout the bitch

She know imma don

If he play he gone lay

Hit the field now he done

Stop toating that stick

If that bitch weigh a ton

Much love to my dad fa paying my bond

And this beat got a scope

Ain't no need to run

And these bullets gone burn

Like the mo fucking sun

Try to jump in that water

I ain't talkin bout a pond

She working the other one

Thinking im stupid

Ain't got love for no hoe

I ain't Cupid

Finna slide on the opps

Jus watch how I do it

He might call her his bitch

But he know that we screwing

Can't take no picture

The fuck is you doing?

Get caught outta bound

Stick em up for a cab

Bae don't be nervous

Show out for the flare

We gone fuck in the whip

Break her back on the dash

21 gang shit nigga know what I bang

Nigga gone die cuz he spoke on my name

Trynna pop off this top

Hollow tip in his brain

These niggas be bitches

I stay in my lane

Lil bro trynna come to the park

But He can't

Put a big stick to his face

He gone faint

Trynna knock on his noggin

He can't even think

Trynna leave that boy

In the street wit a stain