Get Back ft. MontGang Boogie Lyrics

Gotta be great shit, man

Alright, mont gang

Got a lil fame, I'll shoot you on stage, nigga

You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat

Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back

You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours

All that woofin' on the net, get caught lackin and you go get stretched

You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat

Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back

You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours

All that woofin' on the net, get caught lackin and you go get stretched

Gen-five with a chopper, the only thing that guarantees

Paid a lil' extra for the tracking number with guarantees

Playin' with me, like doin' a song with the wrong keys

Opp bitch knew we hit her brother, she still caught her knees

But I got too much pride for that, gotta make sure we make it back

Catch a nigga slippin' on his block, he goin' just to tap

I don't know what I keep around, more than guns and money

I'ma play broke all year, stay schemin' up to somethin'

You done pissed that bitch off, now she tryna play ball

Caught her two for one with this FN', but we want all ya'll, yo

Feelin' like Drake in a boot, I do this shit for all my dawgs

It's just I'm outta time with all that woofin', we gon' catch y'all

You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat

Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back

You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours

All that woofin' on her net, get caught lackin, and you gon' get stretched

You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat

Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back

You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours

All that woofin' on her net, get caught lackin, and you gon' get stretched

Bitch, I be off them drugs, if I said I love you, I was leanin'

Rarely do the clubs, but bro hit shit like Tiger Woods be feining'

I be with some thugs, hope my mama don't think I'm a demon

Don't do one of ones, if gang get hit, we droppin' shit to cement

Bro keep a choppa, so all we ride is

Stick shift, moms preach, the Bible

So I guess that's how we still livin'

Soon as you get right, you notice niggas start to switch sides

I ain't never hate on no nigga, that's why they jealous now

Bro was in that bing, but now he free, ain't have no evidence

He was poppin' shit behind his mans, now both them mans is dead

Gang know I'ma ticket, guns around me like the president

Ain't gon lie, bitch, dumb as fuck, but gave me brain like she intelligent

Fuck with rap, cause I don't talk the mic, the only thing get me to vent

Bro ridin strapped they like who that is, ain't nothin' over 5 percent, ain't tryna chat

But nowadays, all these niggas know is typing shit

Bitch get back, cause I'm a great, but you ain't really on my type of shit

You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat

Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back

You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours

All that woofin' on the net, get caught lackin, and you gon' get stretched

You niggas be pussy, y'all need to stop it with the chit-chat

Two of your potnas dead in the ground, go get some get back

You take one of mine, I'ma take two of yours

All that woofin' on the net, get caught lackin, and you gon' get stretched