Get Away ft. WockStar JB & STK Steppa Lyrics

Reul stop playing with these niggas

Bitch

Police caught a nigga finna get away

You a dumb bitch do a fade away

Stupid ass lil nigga finna get away

Hello where you going

Caught the nigga get away

You a dumb lil nigga but he doing fadeaways

Why the fuck these niggas really cooking up the steak

Got to load that choppa but I aiming for your brain

Race car, race car, hellcat

Race car, rmm, rmm, hellcat

SRT but we get your bitch back

Hellcat SRT get your bitch back

Caught a nigga, but the nigga chit-chat

Little nigga really know he fit that

I don't give a fuck if you chit that

Who the fuck you really think you diss that

I don't like fucking mismatch

Who the fuck did you diss that

Who the fuck are you

I don't give a fuck

I don't give a fuck if you really finna argue

Bad lil' bitch, cookin' barbecue

You a dumb bitch, finna get a few

Little nigga really messin' up the beat

Caught a nigga messin' up the SRT

Caught a lil' nigga, but he lackin' in the SRT

Speed on the road, but he really been in SRT

Why the fuck these niggas really gotta fuck the wrong beat

Why the fuck you really gotta be

Fuck that nigga Jacob

But I know that you finna be

Jacob, but you think that is sweet

Jacob, why you on this nigga meat

Sayin' gay things

Jacob, you is gay

Jacob, you is gay

Your ass, gettin' flamed

Your ass really gettin' flamed

Caught a lil' bad, like

I said I caught a lil' lackin, but he really gettin' flamed

Lil' ass, lil nigga really lookin' like the same

Bitch, what's your name

Fuck a nigga Julian, he's a pedophile

Bitch, know I been a while

Caught a lil' nigga, but he go to trial

Bitch

Met a bad bitch with a fat ass

Bitch, she got a BBL

Lil' ass nigga got a Bb

Gotta sit a, like

Lil' ass bitch got a BBL

Gotta sit my homework

Yeah, gotta sit my homework

What I said, yeah

That's what, yeah

Submit it to the D2L

Lil' nigga like a YSL

Lil' nigga hangin' on the trail

Fuck going on pussy

Yeah, I had enough with y'all pussy ass niggas

Fuck all y'all bitches, bro

Yall niggas lame as fuck, fuck going on nigga

All y'all niggas, y'all be cappin' on the gram

Boom, boom, boom, ten shots for your head

Y'all niggas, y'all be talkin, we gon' turn your ass to lead

Y'all niggas, y'all be sleepin, we gon' shoot you in your bed

Damn, all them niggas, they deceased

No remorse for all these niggas

I ain't send no rest in peace

95 is on the east

Yeah, we turnin' to the north

Yeah, we left your ass deceased

Paper chase a nigga, cut a nigga throat

I can never be suicidal, you can hung up on a rope

JFK assassination, I was aiming with the scope

Yeah, that lil' nigga Catholic, I ain't talkin' bout no Pope

Look, he a bitch

223's funna make a body shake

I just drove around the block, lil' nigga, I know he comin' late

I can't hang around y'all niggas, all y'all niggas always fake

I ain't got no fuckin' mallet, but I'ma hit you with a rake

Yeah, hit you with a rake, yeah, I'ma do that shit

Smoke a lil' nigga, put him in the spliff

Ice out, me and all my niggas, now we really got them sticks

Ayy, niggas shootin, nigga, I ain't never fuckin' miss

Call me Copperbrine, 24 ya we sending out

Lil' nigga right up in the fuckin' top

Me and all my niggas, now we spin that lil' nigga block

R to 40, nigga, hit you right up in the fuckin' top

Now we current block with this motherfucker, Dracomop

Heard she said fuckin' with the feds, heard she fuckin' with the opps

I ain't with that, crack a nigga like a Kit Kat

Try to bring a bitch back, you ain't never with that

Let me punch y'all right here