Get Back ft. LilBuckss Lyrics

I like gettin' buckets, everybody call me Lil Buckss

You ain't slide for your dead guys, you need to toughen up

You ain't hit shit but an innocent, you's a dumb fuck

And you let your man bleed out, that shit fucked up

2021 and you ain't got a switch on your gun

And I heard your man had the drac', we still made 'em run

Your man outside without a ratchet, go and get 'em one

Why you don't got it? He said wait until his stimmy come

Got hit up in Palm Angels, now he an angel

Can't wait 'til they come outside, we knockin' over candles

Every bullet comin' out my gun is out of anger

We made niggas movе out the crib 'cause they in danger

Free Lil 3, he's a certified skater

Free bro G, he got booked for the paintings

Campin' on his crib, I'm a real time framer

Fuck all the cops, they the opp's life savers

Real head shavers, I love paper

We got big guns that wake up neighbors

I heard that you fuck with the opps, big glazer

I love FN's and Glocks, big craver

Me and Bucks slidin', after that we get to snapping

He was lack-in' in that car, he got caught and now they clapping

Pop him like a bar, bitch, we loadin' up the ratchet

Keep that mask down like I'm Mar, we gon' slide then they in caskets

Tagged up with AR's, bitch, I'm ridin' with assassins

Dude just got left, that's a damn shame

Catch a homi', walk over the body, and snatch a damn chain

We got shottys, pissin' on the grave like a porta-potty

I'ma rob him if he playin' games, I just caught a body

I'ma spray 'em, I'ma spray in vein, someone tell his mommy

We just caught 'em, better not say his name or I pull out the tommy

Sticks I bought 'em, cooked like cold cuts, we fried 'em like salami

Callin' plays just like go hut, you spot 'em, then you got 'em

We got big MACs, let them shits clap

How you make a diss song but ain't gon' get back?

His grave got pissed on, your man just get clapped

I heard your lil' diss track but can you back that?

You slid when you had your gun but you ain't clap back

I heard your man died the first thing you made was diss tracks

Niggas killin' innocents and callin' it a get back

Free Lil 3, he ball like Dion Waiters

Niggas had score, we up, we done turned tables

I heard we left niggas fucked up, not stable

I heard niggas got boxed into from different angles