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letra de get back - dusav

[intro]
bow bow
bow bow bow
gang free the shiest
die sev

[chorus]
i’m on the bet tryna hop out
try to spin through my block get shot down
cops out don’t give a f-ck get shot down
like i’m die 7 you know that i drop hats
screw came home all these b-tches on c-ck now
i tote a 30 ain’t toting on 10 rounds
[?] i like how this m sound
i’m tryna blow tryna run up a m now
this meeting my 40 you meet
shiestyfn we the talk of the streets
i cannot lack i’ma keep it with me
like i got me some opps too fast on they feet
like i smoke too much duty ain’t using my feet
i like dissing the dead i be smoking deceased
it be me and my lamb when i post on the b
got hit in his leg and ain’t spin through the b
no get back

[verse]
chop caught a opp pushed his sh-t back
f-ck that tryna push me a [?]
never outside so they post where he live at
these n-ggas be bluffing just rap and don’t live that
like that sh-t untucked so we pop where the keys at
big 103, wvttz, ona g b-tch i be that
[?] don’t wanna be that
like we got some sh-t and you don’t wanna meet that
we got some sh-t that’ll take out a roof
we spin out in trucks turn that sh-t to a coupe
big 47 make a n-gga go poof
n-gga you better bend when my shiesty’s come through
pop a cat of the h-ll yea i like how they vroom
bighead, duty fill the whole room
s3 macked what the f-ck was he doing
my driver lil pacc he know what he doing
my ooter bg no question he shooting
gsmash he a demon my lil bruh a [?]
ain’t trusting these b-tches these b-tches be choosing
ain’t cuffing no b-tch got me linking no cuban
smoking your mans i be frying i’ma face that
dissing on bro you get shot we don’t play that
why speedy keep dissing like n-gga go get back
[?] guarantee we gone spin that
187 don’t f-ck with no cops
[?] came with a glock
his b-tch like how i beat up the box
keep a stick you get hit let me catch me a opp
this a [?] i’m gone beat up the block
f-ck a lil g2c i like toting on glocks
ain’t tryna box give me a wop
and i stay in some sh-t i don’t know why they hot
every day on the b n-gga we do not hide
[?] we tryna drop
[?] f-ck it then we gone slide
we ain’t shooting at windows we walk down the side
sh-t moving fishy i blow up that ride
they don’t do sh-t for brodie they get high and just cry
dada keep dissing n-gga go slide
dada keep dissing n-gga go slide
[chorus]
i’m on the bet tryna hop out
try to spin through my block get shot down
cops out don’t give a f-ck get shot down
b-tch i’m die 7 you know that i drop hats
screw came home all these b-tches on c-ck now
i tote a 30 ain’t toting on 10 rounds
[?] i like how this m sound
i’m tryna blow tryna run up a m now
this meeting my 40 you meet
shiestyfn we the talk of the streets
i cannot lack i’ma keep it with me
like i got me some opps too fast on they feet
like i smoke too much duty ain’t using my feet
i like dissing the dead i be smoking deceased
it be me and my lamb when i post on the b
got hit in his leg and ain’t spin through the b
no get back

- dusav

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