Da Get Back (feat. 7K Melo)

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Yeah
Aye
Aye me and Melo on the track, y'all know what's good
Gnarley everything hoe

With all that tough talk, can you back it up, I just feel like getting reckless
If a pussy nigga come run me hot, I yucking off his necklace
How she tryna get me to cuff her, but be sucking dick for breakfast
Just come be my sneaky link, and come ride me like this Texas

Talking all that shit online, in real life, quiet like a mime
Glock with a ski mask, sipping yak, bey dis demon time
It wasn't even that serious, so much niggas on the IHOP line
I don't f*ck with none of y'all, ring my phone, I press decline
What y'all bout to do? The opps should pray that we don't spin the block
Pow, pow, pow, clutching heat, bey we ain't throwing rocks
If one connect, we still ain't stopping, bey you gone take like plenty shots
So much hole in your carcass, they gin say you dead from lead pox

The season switch up, so I want a red gal
I could easy take your bitch, cause Issa general
I roll the dro, and spark that shit up for the mental
My heart break, I need some hoes, I mean like several

I on my boss nigga shit, I don't need you bitch
But I still tryna f*ck, so come and take this dick
Pop a plan B, cause baby f*ck them kids
Bey why you want complain, ain't you tryna get thick?
When I smile, you see my grills, whipping in the H
You tryna flex with some designer, but your shit fake
Put the bitch in sport mode, my bredren tryna race
I tell her show her date of birth to ride, cause I ain't tryna catch a case
You violate, we going super saiyan on a real wibe
Must be touching Pluto from this dro, this is super high
Talking bout you love me, bitch you don't, that's a fucking lie
Ever think I lacking, get deleted from you even try

I don't rap no shit, but 7k, f*ck that gang shit
They say their team is suicide squad, but they ain't hang shit
Everything foreign, even the hoes, and the language
Puffing hella food, my brothers eating, this a banquet
Proper cost, foenem pull us over this that stank shit
Opp hoes come and give me dome, I gin sanction it
Ain't no poles up inside the gang, how they on bank shit
Niggas hoes, get sent to the store, they ain't got no rankings
Push to start, I could hit a button, this bitch pull off with no keys on me
Dope boy, swag, get the step and light some keys on me
Coat no fan, tell a bitch that I cooling b
Hope your mans, don't think he bout to run up on me
He gon' get blamed down with this Glock 23

Grant him with some shots like them bullets is amenities
Console your bitch, make her feel at ease
Y'all niggas lactose intolerant, but I still get the cheese

The season switch up, so I want a red gal
I could easy take your bitch, cause Issa general
I roll the dro, and spark that shit up for the mental
My heart break, I need some hoes, I mean like several

All the gals, all the bitches
You know how the thing go
Me and Melo on the track
Suh normal ting

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