GET BACK (feat. Jaybeez Da Osama, Roscoe G, 41 Heemy & DudeyLo)

Elias Beats Look, get that, ah, look, look, ah (Lean cost more than your rent) Ah, look Sha Gz, Savo, Quando, Chubbz Like, how the fuck did you run on your mud? Ran on Woo Lotti, y'all niggas should be doves Like, should've been in your field for your pud DDG 'Pink Dreads' Lyrics & Breakdown | Genius Verified We see the opps, gotta creep real slowly (Grrah) With the G, I'ma dump by my doley We catch an opp, we gon' throw out the stoley Like, on bro, I can't fuck with no phonies Like, how yall gon' talk on my Dot? Like, BLOODIE throw shot after shot Dougie a bitch, I'm smokin' your pops CHII died, he died with no knocks G-lock with a lighter and beam is attached If RG get him, he leavin' him flat Matt Sav in the zip and I'm seamin' the pack BLOODIE spot him, he get him, put three in his back He ain't ran, he got hit with some hot shit Like, brodie, he bussin', there's no tryna stop him Grrah, they know Dudey gon' tweak in a heartbeat Like, it's a knock in this ride, fuck a car seat Like, bro actin' bad with the chop Like, for Lil' Notti, gon clear out the spot, like .40 start barkin', he dissin' on Dot If I up this gun, it's gon' clear out the block (Ah, ah, ah) Yeah, I'm back, yeah, they thought I was done? Out on that drill, yeah, I heard you threw one Run into me, nigga, that's not enough Ah, yeah, I really went ku with my— Run into me and these opp niggas freeze up And it's cold in these streets, so I keep me a heater If I don't got the knocks, then that nigga get beat up And Woo Lotti got poked, and he started to seize up Lost Dot, now I'm tryna spin Different G-locks, we got all the Gens Different Mikes, you could switch up the M's I done seen a lil' shawty walk down on a man I catch, yeah, he done Come to my building, let's have us some fun I lost Dot, I ain't goin' for nothin' Spin through the 2s tryna make us a blunt (Ah) Shoulder shot, let me see how you shake it Glock with no mask, no ski, I was flamin' Grrah, I'm with Bloodie, he want it, he take it Like, Mari, he wrote him a statement Ah, I could never RG got the knock in his sweater (Ah, look, ah, damn) Lost Dot, I ain't havin' no fun Bro actin' bad, he start wavin' his gun Like, get to bluffin', that boy start to run Like, BLOODIE's the one that's gon' bring in the funds Twenty-three shots, put an opp in the blunt Spin through the Sev', put a Flock in the trunk Can't get shot with my gun, if you run up, you dumb And that Kurt nigga greedy, can't talk with a tongue If you dissin' on bros, then my niggas ain't havin' it RG gon' get 'em while DudeyLo blastin' it And we ballin' on court, ballin' hard like a Maverick Oh, you flyin' that jet? Well, my OYs crashin' it Spin through, put the car in reverse Who that right there? Put an opp on a shirt Nazzy, Bobby, Matt in the dirt He tried to up, but I'm clappin' him first