"Get It Back / Zoom Meeting" lyrics

(It's a Wayne beat)
What, you wanna smoke some zazas? I brought a 'bow out
Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

I just put some Quagen on my motherfuckin' Black
I just mixed some Quagen with the fuckin' Act'
I was a day party with Lil Yee, somebody took your Scat
But you know he the number-one Striker Boy, he took it back
In the process of gettin' that back, he done took a 'Cat
I pay the price, they took the nigga life, then I took a nap
They thought I was bickin' back 'cause my crooked hat
In the Supreme store lookin' for some draws, I'm finna spend a rack
Oh, he got some tees too? Let me get the rack
Last time I seen a heli, I was in a wrap
I ain't been home in five years, where you niggas at?
You ain't made a 100K off rap? Why you niggas rap?
Only gave the bitch a quarter of my heart, I can't get it back
I'ma bend your ass over, break your back, I'm not Midget Mac
Pint of Act' done fell out the Scat, God, look at that
I just had a withdrawal, I'm finna cook some crack
Made a withdrawal for a hundred racks
Took out a bank loan and bought a camera, it was forty racks
He said he don't even want the kid, he want his shorty back
Twenty thousand dollars, one store, what the fuck you grab?
Uh-huh
That shit crazy 'cause I walked out with one fuckin' bag
My uncle son told, now my other cousin mad
My daddy sayin', "Oh, shit" on IG, I'll punch his ass
Put a deuce of Qua' in the Hi-Tech pop, it taste like fuckin' glass
The bullets so precise, they ain't bust the glass
Twenty-five seconds, nigga lost his life, that was fuckin' fast
He had a switch on the back
He ain't had a 3D print on the back
You ain't got thirty racks, you can't even get on the track with Da Yung OG
Head fucked up, I got a hundred pounds, gave my son a P
Told him break the bitch down to quarters and a hundred apiece
I even let my daughter make money with me
Like, baby, box these bobbleheads up, I got a couple G's
You gotta been done shot a nigga with a .223 to run with me
You gotta have a hundred shots and get approved if you come for me
You gotta go and do a Zoom meetin'
If not, we gon' have somebody at your son school this evenin'
Like, baby, how you sayin' not my kids and I was shootin' semen?
Finna be another million-dollar month, a quarter-million-dollar weekend
I'll pimp slap a bitch with my weak hand
I ain't never drunk Pai or Qualitest and I don't eat pecan
You could damn near fuck any nigga bitch if you the weed man