Lyrics:
no frenemys
Rappers b fakin identities
We are wat y'all guys pretend to be
Exposing the bitch n my mini me,
Get back get back
Whoo
Get back get back
touch is all I need
Got me feeling weak, so before you leave my side
Come back over here and give me something to remember you by
You by, you by, you
mission?
All the fans be like, "Hitman
Get back in ya bag"
I can't y'alltoo much money in it
Chill, why you throwin' me
Shade? That's palm trees
Just tighten
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be
bitch back
Fucking my bitch by the change (change)
Want me to jump out the stage (jump out the stage)
I wanna jump in the air (yeah)
You know
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
I won’t be stopped by no one
To the top of the mountain I go
I won’t be stopped by no one
To the top of the mountain I go
No holding me back
Can’t
be the reason why they get it right back,
And so they got
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
to listen to Pit now
(Chorus)
Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money then (back up)
Dawg, get from me and (back up)
Everytime I fall I
to listen to Pit now
(Chorus)
Put your ass in reverse baby (back up)
It don't involve money then (back up)
Dawg, get from me and (back up)
Everytime I fall I
the coldest clique
Call me prototype, never had a mold to fit
My clothes is dipped, my bros is lit
Only time you been sick is when the COVID hit
Better get in
Come on give me that hit and run
Back to back, then get down in front
From the side, second to none
Line 'em up one by one
Come on give me that
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
Wanna see me get high get high wit me (Get high)
Wanna see me get by get by with me (Get by)
Wanna see me in the club yeah bitches pull up (In
stay woke
Bet you love dreamin', that's the only time you ain't broke
Try me, .40 make you back up off me like Dej Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered
on my clothes
Hangin’ on to life, I’ll still say
"Fuck you hoes"
So if thinking ‘bout tryin’ to jack me up
I got 50, 000 trill niggas to back me up
Nigga
for you
Is you wit' me?
I got your back boy
Well lets get it
We were high (til when its all good)
We were low ((til when its all bad)
But I promise I
no more Cris tonight
Gold to me is like Superman and Kryptonite
So I pray how I don't miss my flight, switch to night
Get out the plane, it look all
back-to-back foreigns all in a row
Ride by the kid wit' the left up, draped up, dripped up
Hold up, I was just dabbin' by mistake
I was just fuckin' your
and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall
Get down on it!
Uh, how you gonna do it if
You really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?!
Get your back up off the wall! Tell me
Uh, how you
I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that your feeling me
and I really want you to get close to me
so won't you dance with me, dance
be the reason why they get it right back,
And so they got
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
It's 3AM, I'm back for more, yeah
Just two of us
Show me what I'm waiting for
One by one, one by one
I saw, I with it
I took time, yeah, I
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