Get Back (Last Friday Night Pt. 2) (feat. Drowzy B, Kdot2x & Dre Bandz)

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(Glah like glah glah)
(FourDeuce in the spot better get out the)
(Glah)
(Spin through the hill we gone blitz both)
(Like he caught a shot to the face)
(Like glah, FourDeuce FourDeuce)
(Better get out the)
(Notti bopping poking my)
(Nigga edot went out like a bitch)
(Glah)
(Everything dead, Glah like glah)
Spin-spin through the hill we gone blitz both ways
Like-like he caught a shot to the face
See through the tints we gone flip that car
Nigga spinned on a bike bullets pressing his brakes
I-I-I thought edot was "Ready For War"
"Too Tact" but one of 'em niggas dead
I'm tryna bend like-like say when
And we back to go put another on the score
Nigga said "never ran never will"
Bro-bro you too big to run up on ya heels
Jstar when the f*ck you ever did a drill
Better duck when we scream out FourDeuce in that hill
And they said "big O's" like no
Why-why-why the f*ck that boy ain't have a pole
And ya'll niggas can't diss on the guys
Cause all of my niggas gone pick up the phone
No-Notti bopping poking my hips
Nigga edot went out like a bitch
Sugarhill niggas sweet
Du-dummy just caught a neck shot he went down on y'all strip
Like damn I'm-I'm tryna do 'em like (Yellow)
F*ck that imma do 'em like Noah
Cause if we can't score for the touchdown
You know my niggas kicking for the field goal
On the hill I was dropping the O
When we bend through that block then 'em niggas gone know
I'm-I'm really different nigga imma hit the nigga
If he come to my strip with a poke
"Balling like diddy" that shit dead
E with the dot still tapping my head
If he clicking for notti I'm clicking for red
We the sleeze on timing I'm straight out of Web
He the trend but he dropping the guns
Do 'em like notti get poked in his lungs
Throw up the four's and 'em niggas gone run
If a nigga move slime he get turn into runts
That nigga roscoe fast on his feet
Last time in the store got beat
I'm-I'm tryna sweep a nigga off his feet
He-he try to creep up nigga but I peeped
Like who got touched nigga we elite
On 137st I was toting that heat
Oy O-what now y'all niggas beef
And I'm really on court and I'm shooting from deep
Pull out my wraith so I get to the clicking
Bend through that block and 'em niggas went missing
You know imma pass it to Cardii
Ain't no "balling Like diddy" we gonna complete the assist
Why-why-why y'all niggas stay capping in raps
Like what y'all really need to get back
Say y'all clicking and flocking for notti
But where was y'all at when we shot where he died at
Notti died and now y'all niggas beef
Caught one to the neck he couldn't even breathe
Ha-hate it when a nigga for the net
Like didn't your bitch ass got poked at a beach
Nu-nuski went out tryna play like he tough
Boscoe went out with a pellet gun
Nu-nuk overdosed so he did it for fun
And I said what I said let me know where the N'z at
Di-di-diddy went out tryna ball for the lackers
Hu-huncho bluffing so they had to pack 'em
Ni-niggas always say they never lacking
But ya'll got so many dead's like what happened
Imma start it like this
Notti got poked and DD ain't do shit
Crying and acting looking like a bitch
Spin in that v and 'em tints get flicked
I'm automatic clicking like a switch
Drowzy be bugging got 'em wit the glitch
Blaze in the back tryna catch the assist
And I'm smoking on dot with Fourteen in my spliff
Why they capping never made it lit
Me and Drowzy really took that trip
Ayo blockwork why you on our dick
We can't beef with that nigga a snitch
I'm on front street tryna catch a spliff
Oh that's him right there imma throw on that bitch
Told bro don't stop keep throwing that bitch
Cause I'm really elite I be toting that shit
One false move and I'm dropping that shit
No you can't run got a beam on a switch
She a bad bitch tell her wine on the dick
It get nasty got to keep the sticks
No Forty Eight's like no we cannot slip
Me and Drowzy two deep on they strip
Oh we spot 'em then we start to blitz

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