"GET BACC" lyrics
Tell 'em get back for their dead man, we done put him six feet under
Tryna figure how they ain't see this coming—Stevie Wonder
I'ma driller, killer, broad day, pull up on you with that thunder
Matter of fact, I send lil' bro, he raise the hell, then put you under
Bitches slide or die, not ride or die, still mask up for the summer
Boy was lacking, now he leaking, you can't fix this with no plunger
Yeah, we really on that, niggas know my vibe, I'm a savage
If we sliding through your hood, it's ten poles automatic
It's an evil route; I'm the one they call to bring them demons out
Fresh to death, I'm running up a check in that new Demon [?]
Tell my killers, stalk his crib and wait until he leaving out
It's a code, my brother [?], he clip, and that's what we about
She suck me up, I bust my nut, and then I tell her clean her mouth
I don't want no love, baby, my sex like a drug, baby
Chase a check before you chase a bitch, ain't feel no love lately
Talking like you a street nigga, you told, that shit's frustrating
And I'm the same nigga on parole; I ain't switching up
It's easy on the gram, but in real life, is you gon' lift him up?
Ain't no Bob the Builder, but that nigga want smoke, then we gon' fix him up
Yo bitch on dick, I let her know I need the bag if she wanna lick me up
Fuck that, my nigga running but not getting dumped, that we gon' play
Where's your stripes? I put my life on the line for gang; I keep you safe
Deep in the trench, going on drills
If you ain't from here, it could be a maze
I know the back blocks like a tour guide; if I show you, you'll be amazed
I brought Ducey with me, but the 9 milli get the job done [?]
Bring out the .40 cal, fuck nigga, if you really wanna up the score
And this 10 milli came with a heatseeker, I'ma up the beam through the door
I already been up top with them killer niggas; I ain't give a fuck about the law
Cherish your life
If you walking with that pole, just know you might not make it home by the night
Tryna figure how they ain't see this coming—Stevie Wonder
I'ma driller, killer, broad day, pull up on you with that thunder
Matter of fact, I send lil' bro, he raise the hell, then put you under
Bitches slide or die, not ride or die, still mask up for the summer
Boy was lacking, now he leaking, you can't fix this with no plunger
Yeah, we really on that, niggas know my vibe, I'm a savage
If we sliding through your hood, it's ten poles automatic
It's an evil route; I'm the one they call to bring them demons out
Fresh to death, I'm running up a check in that new Demon [?]
Tell my killers, stalk his crib and wait until he leaving out
It's a code, my brother [?], he clip, and that's what we about
She suck me up, I bust my nut, and then I tell her clean her mouth
I don't want no love, baby, my sex like a drug, baby
Chase a check before you chase a bitch, ain't feel no love lately
Talking like you a street nigga, you told, that shit's frustrating
And I'm the same nigga on parole; I ain't switching up
It's easy on the gram, but in real life, is you gon' lift him up?
Ain't no Bob the Builder, but that nigga want smoke, then we gon' fix him up
Yo bitch on dick, I let her know I need the bag if she wanna lick me up
Fuck that, my nigga running but not getting dumped, that we gon' play
Where's your stripes? I put my life on the line for gang; I keep you safe
Deep in the trench, going on drills
If you ain't from here, it could be a maze
I know the back blocks like a tour guide; if I show you, you'll be amazed
I brought Ducey with me, but the 9 milli get the job done [?]
Bring out the .40 cal, fuck nigga, if you really wanna up the score
And this 10 milli came with a heatseeker, I'ma up the beam through the door
I already been up top with them killer niggas; I ain't give a fuck about the law
Cherish your life
If you walking with that pole, just know you might not make it home by the night
