B2A ft. Gutta Redz Lyrics

Real life, K.I.G

This that Get Back

You know what's up with us

Big Knots, Big Glocks

Get Back is a must

Why you think I got this mask

And you know who did that shit

We ain't even gotta ask

We been spankin' niggas

Puttin' belts to they ass

If I ain't off that deuce

Then you know I'm on that cash

Body bags and G-locks

But we still be gettin' cash

We ain't trippin' off them lights

Come on bro, we do the dash

I could put my dummies on them

And I bet it ain't gon' crash

All the thoughts inside my head

I just keep it in a stash

This that gutta music

This that grimy talk

This how you draw the chalk

This how you let it spark

Slimy nigga with some cash

Also got a bad temper

Better have some life insurance

If you don't, go get with Kemper

I'm the coldest nigga out

I was born in December

Fallin' out of by the chick

Man, these niggas fuckin' tender

Old head say he gon' bust me

I was fuckin' on his head

Shoulda did that shit right there

Then he found out I'm a beast

You know a bitch who fuckin' hate me

Now we never even speak

Hit the nigga like I'm Tana

Came right back and left him weak

It's K-I-G free T-T-G

All my shooters trained to go

Free Y-G-G-F-T-G

Cause I'm really from the gutta

Get back is a must

Why you think I got this mask

And you know who did that shit

You ain't even got a hat

Steepin' spankin' niggas

Puttin' belts to they ass

If I ain't off that du

You know I'm on that cass

Body bags and G-locks

But we still be gettin' cash

I ain't trippin' off them lights

Come on bro, we do the dash

I could put my dummies on them

And I bet it ain't gon' crash

Y'all look cool since I'm not here

I just give you the stats

It's war time

We in tented coops

Jump out while it's moves

Can't let a nigga get away with nothin

Tryna buck u

Check the stats

This on heaven's juice

In the devil's juice

You got free will

So your destination

Depends on how you move

I'm a threat

Don't apply the press

Like a hickey on they neck

You play that fox game

I'm a vet

Kevin gates, bitch, I don't rest

They callin' me the A-O-D

Could come destroy you or protect

I made plenty niggas famous

Grave they names inside a blast

Bitch, I'm that

I live my life to the fullest

With no regrets

I put in work

My resume just experience

For the ass

These niggas sippin

Crashin' over bitches

I'm hittin' from the back

With intentions in the back

To kiss on you

That's disrespect

Get back is a must

Why you think I got this mask

And you know who did that shit

James even got a hat

Still just spankin' niggas

Puttin' belts to they ass

If I ain't off that dude's thing

You know I'm on that cash

Body bags and G-locks

But we still be gettin' cash

I ain't trippin' off them lights

Come on, bro, we do the dash

I could put my dummies on them

I bet it ain't gon' crash

Y'all look cool since I'm not here

I just keep it in the stash