"Let's Get Active" lyrics
Captain Crunch presents
Aight let's get it
Aight let's get it
Aight let's get it
Aight let's get it
Aight let's get it
Baby life shit
Chapo
Whoa yeah
I'm gon' fuck up your shit just for myself
Got some get back for this ferragamo belt
And my lips closed and I can't tell
And this BB Simons on my belt
All the opps ass get dealt with
Man look at the way that these shells spread
And I fuck on my bitch on a big bead
Glock 19 and that hoe got a baby leg
Can see all the opps getting ate just like damn plate nigga like a chicken leg
And that bitch using too much teeth told her get the fuck up I don't even want the head
When I get back you better make my bed
This ain't no game, but the nigga came back to life with shell catchers
Man I'm mob man you know my blood the only colors I don't shed blood
I don't even bang what y'all bang but I already know he a dub
Ha ha y'all can't come where I be hanging but this shit real fun
I go take some damn stainless tryna get my rank up
Baby slaughter caught ten for tryna shoot the bank up
Nigga in Atlanta got one in the head boy you dumb as fuck
All them bitches that y'all talking bout them hoes them bitches got fucked
Had to fuck my bitch friend nigga she dumb as fuck
Need first aid got a fresh cut
Got a face tat but he not tough
Call me Jack Black how I mask up
Call up Chapo I'm tryna bake some
Call up Kilo or call up Don Hush I'll let
Whoa know they getting some
I don't really wanna fucking pick and choose man they both bad I'm tryna fuck some
Nigga I'll take down both of them
Crash out if I lose my passion
Pull that stick out I ain't know he was a dancer
Life flashed right before his eyes I ain't know he was cancer
Man you know when you came up in the BabyLife function you seen the banner
I ain't gon' cap nigga put two bands on my bond BabySantana
I'm gon' fuck up your shit just for myself
Got some get back for this ferragamo belt
And my lips closed and I can't tell
And this BB Simons on my belt
All the opps ass get dealt with
Man look at the way that these shells spread
And I fuck on my bitch on a big bead
Glock 19 and that hoe got a baby leg
Can see all the opps getting ate just like damn plate nigga like a chicken leg
And that bitch using too much teeth told her get the fuck up I don't even want the head
When I get back you better make my bed
This ain't no game, but the nigga came back to life with shell catchers
Aight let's get it
Aight let's get it
Aight let's get it
Aight let's get it
Aight let's get it
Baby life shit
Chapo
Whoa yeah
I'm gon' fuck up your shit just for myself
Got some get back for this ferragamo belt
And my lips closed and I can't tell
And this BB Simons on my belt
All the opps ass get dealt with
Man look at the way that these shells spread
And I fuck on my bitch on a big bead
Glock 19 and that hoe got a baby leg
Can see all the opps getting ate just like damn plate nigga like a chicken leg
And that bitch using too much teeth told her get the fuck up I don't even want the head
When I get back you better make my bed
This ain't no game, but the nigga came back to life with shell catchers
Man I'm mob man you know my blood the only colors I don't shed blood
I don't even bang what y'all bang but I already know he a dub
Ha ha y'all can't come where I be hanging but this shit real fun
I go take some damn stainless tryna get my rank up
Baby slaughter caught ten for tryna shoot the bank up
Nigga in Atlanta got one in the head boy you dumb as fuck
All them bitches that y'all talking bout them hoes them bitches got fucked
Had to fuck my bitch friend nigga she dumb as fuck
Need first aid got a fresh cut
Got a face tat but he not tough
Call me Jack Black how I mask up
Call up Chapo I'm tryna bake some
Call up Kilo or call up Don Hush I'll let
Whoa know they getting some
I don't really wanna fucking pick and choose man they both bad I'm tryna fuck some
Nigga I'll take down both of them
Crash out if I lose my passion
Pull that stick out I ain't know he was a dancer
Life flashed right before his eyes I ain't know he was cancer
Man you know when you came up in the BabyLife function you seen the banner
I ain't gon' cap nigga put two bands on my bond BabySantana
I'm gon' fuck up your shit just for myself
Got some get back for this ferragamo belt
And my lips closed and I can't tell
And this BB Simons on my belt
All the opps ass get dealt with
Man look at the way that these shells spread
And I fuck on my bitch on a big bead
Glock 19 and that hoe got a baby leg
Can see all the opps getting ate just like damn plate nigga like a chicken leg
And that bitch using too much teeth told her get the fuck up I don't even want the head
When I get back you better make my bed
This ain't no game, but the nigga came back to life with shell catchers
