Get Yo Money Back Lyrics

This ain't no flashlight, this a beam through yo window

Get your money back cause they ain't kilt who they was sent for

Givin' six figures for niggas that's givin' info

Niggas rats, you know what happened, we gotta lynch em

I ain't dissin' this just general

Voices in my head like step on any nigga that ain't feelin' you

Felon with a gun, that's five years in minimum

Homicide that's 25, Matt we gon' be missin' you

Wayne gave my nigga 30, he couldn't stop talkin' like it was difficult

Niggas wicked!

When you make money this fast, you gon' get addicted

My baby so fine make your bitch look simple

Really rich, I'll break the bank before she break me nigga

Try to take somethin' from me, you gon' have to take me with it

This ain't happen overnight, I just had some patience with it

No I'm not the bad guy, why you have to paint that picture?

I love cuz to death cause he gon' slideeee

And he got cases pending

No I can't fake kick it

Know I really hate niggas

I lost a good bitch to the streets, I went on dates with it

See this fat shit parked on your block, you can't miss it

It'll park itself, I came from nothin', that shit amaze niggas

Might go drop a kit, bro need appeals, I gotta make decisions

I do it for one, I do it for em' all, I don't show favoritism

I'm back up in the trenches where it started with my favorite killer

Real shark, if I had a son, he a fuck the babysitter

Real talk, sent back to her man, that's where that beggin' get her

Real boss, buy that shit myself, don't need no payments either

Real lost, make that shit right back, they still ain't fuckin' with me

I'm a real member, they know how it is, they won't say nothin' to me

Riding by myself, a nigga try it, he get stepped on

Real niggas havin' real motion , makin' pain songs

That lil' shit you doin' still ain't workin', gotta change some

Lon still tweakin' in the streets, he gon' chase some

It's a big difference of when that shit was takin' and it was givin

I told my bitch just be my bitch, can't mix my pleasure with my business

I never claimed to be the realest

I just always been myself and they just so happen to feel it

Man I done son'd a lot of niggas

I'm bout to stop addressing children

I can't lie, this life too sweet , I should go and cop some fillings

The kids all look up to me , I'm not a regular civilian

They gotta say what they chest addressing me or I don't hear it

I fly you out and we don't fuck, you gettin' flew back home with Spirit

I wish I could bring them days back

Growin' up on the north side where ain't nobody safe at

I would drop a name, but internet games we don't play that

I could expose yo whole life right now but I'm a save that

Niggas runnin' around claimin' the gang but who okayed that

Lil' bro killed that lil' time on them papers, yeah he ate that

Me and twin, we screamin' fuck the world with no latex

If she can't bring no motion to my world then I can't date that

I'm drama free

Can't let no weak bitch baby daddy me

We in the A, finna take some twin hoes to Twin Peaks

We really lit, can't tell you what today is, shit I barely sleep

We might joke and shit but I can tell deep down that they envy me