Get Back (feat. Bagger)

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Lil Dae

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Better get back for your brother from when we get back from the ones
We stupid, jet like what you sell out, but we one on, one on, one
We never duckin', hide your guns I spin around, I want me one
He keep talkin', I just know Best leave, we grab the gun

Two, two, three, go hit his neck Five, five, six, go hit his spine
You better come get your girl, cause he love it over here
Makin' bands, pour a spill Who the f*ck you said you kill
Really, y'all killin' shit, we really winnin' that field

I say a one, two, spin your block, get it back again
Two, two, three, go hit his mind, they be comin' with a win
Spendin' too much block, too much money comin' in
I got diamonds on my chain, every really finna win

Spin your block to double back, all y'all boys, so y'all can
Only time I beat my feet is when the cracker drop behind
Dug the steel, dug the low, pushin' P on my own
Body droppin', send him up, two, two, three, go hit his zone

I'm tired of rap beatin', maybe I could get a song
Book a feature with me, too many guns in the store
I need a cookout with the rookies, body droppin', yeah, come book me
Two, two, three, got a fully, knock them off the mount

Copy, paste, delete that lil' nigga
Mudshot made a nigga dangerous, once again
Spend your block to double back, and I put that on my twins
Say la-day, what it say? I got diamonds on my chain

Spend your block, 4PF, that's the money that we ring
Got too many, diamonds in, then she wanna have my baby
Told her, shorty, I ain't comin' back, she need to get a 40
40 in, sweat all up to her feet

She ain't comin' in my car, if she ain't gon' pay the fee
Turn me up, don't turn me down
I was young when I got my pole, double back, I get on goin
I sent a drop for my lil' brother, yeah, we quit and bust his dome

Two, two, three, gon' hit his neck
Then he paralyzed from his feet to his chest, yeah, he dead
Say la-day, he really active in the field, we get him gone
Then two, two, three, go bite his stomach like I took a Lipton gum

I'm changin' for the better, tell my offside I prevail
New Corvette, I'm goin' fast
New Convert, I'm finna do the dash, 200 on the mouse
He steady swingin' 30 vines, think he Spider-Man forever

You think I shot him in the back, but I hit him with the steel
And I'm always in the black, if you see me, I don't lie
L-84s is on my feet like Besley, if I ain't gon' bite
Say la-day, not really active, cause I'm really in the field

Take your hat and double back, I put that junk up on my kin
If he pullin', I turn right side, do my shot to double in
And then we catch him and I feel the blow his head up to his friend
Then I spin it on the block like a mirror go around

I copy-paste, delete that nigga, make sure he ain't livin' no more
I fire brandin' up my soul like I runnin' from the J's
Swirl, drop behind, we hoppin' on, 40 jumpin' gates
You know that J4, he gon' bounce out, he don't really give a f*ck

I got K6 up in the back, I hit him, bounce out with that blitz
He steady talkin' crazy, might as well, we hit you in your shit
He steady reelin' in that field, throwin' balls out my vest
I bet this Glock won't miss a bullet, diamonds on him like he fullin

Turn me up, don't turn me down
Chase it, yickin' in the streets, they really turn me to a beast
I hop out with this brand-new cut, I made an Osby
They feelin' how you niggas makin' this, it still ain't never been on the street

Before I make a diss, I chase a nigga down with my cleats
All that wolfin' on the game, better stay up out them streets
Tryna send a nigga up and put his thumb out
To see if LaCroix ain't really messed up

He get close with that heat, let LaBro play crazy
He get hit with that O, if a nigga play on game
He gon' thot us on my soul, me and Berta locked in
Ain't no frownin' bout no O, tryna get less slack

And then get up close with my O to LaCroix where I'm stuck
And we just want another soul, just got a brand-new Jouet
And it came with glitz, but we found stock with a brand-new yacht
And it came with switch, double D's, titties on the mat

Came with extensive, told the odds, go get back
They be out here dissin', on the road with three heads
Tryna get paid for a nigga steady makin' diss
And we gon' pop his face, all niggas steady

Clickin' up, get flipped broad day
The bro's friends, bro's got him on the streets
Down the dog straight, now he in the ring
He's got the bat, tryna leave a stain

Steady, tryna go, have a hat, tryna light that flame
Yeah, he try to duck his talk, he too into the break
Yeah, he try to duck that yacht, you can't stop the rain
Nigga, you can't stop the rain

Yeah, he try to duck that yacht, you can't stop the rain
Nigga, better die with this shit
Bagga
Bagga

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