Get Back Mode
Boss Top, King Von
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Strech Gang Get Back mode, bitch (Protegebeatz) Brrt, baow, let's get it What? Huh? (DJ Bandz, aw man) I had the Glock up, niggas too litty, bitch, I had the guap up Niggas wrote statements, niggas was tellin' on me, I hit the lockup Niggas gettin' popped up, ever try to rob somethin' Gucci everything from the sock up Wet the whole block up, came through drippin' on 'em Somebody mop up Glock .29 to your boxcut, pop me a bean, bitch, I hit the chop up Smoke out the P's, bag full of cheese I'm sippin' purple, that Wockhardt Foe'nem be thirsty to drop somethin' Came down the strip and light the whole block up Came through swervin' in a two seater lookin' like Vivica A. Fox Von too fly, won't box nothin' Bitch, you high, gon' top somethin' Rollin' off the pills, got a nigga wanna pop somethin' I'm too hot, they like, "King Von, drop somethin'" What you want? A song? Or a opp? Or somethin'? Caught his ass lackin', couldn't make the summer He be workin' packs, he ain't makin' nothin' Nigga too ugly, he ain't fuckin', he be takin' somethin' I got hot shells, not burritos I load 'em and shoot 'em like free throw I crash the car dozing off on this Zeko Rap shit easy like I got the cheat code I got a Mexican freak ho Her brother the plug, chico I love the Jacksons, Tito And if you want smoke just let me know See, I'm on the come up, still I run up Light this shit up like the sun up Fifty-round drummer, pipe like a plumber But it really came from Osama Get a lotta munna, VVS charmer I ain't fuckin' shit, no condom I'm loaded, I'm armed up, reload it and harm some Motor got hit from the arm up Brown Gucci socks, Gucci palm, bro Black Gucci boots when I'm in the Tonka Hop out this summer, money like Von Jewelry all water like thunder Drank in my lungs, smokin' on onion, Backwood' fat like a punker Get Back Mode, I'm droppin' this summer Streets in the head like Thelma Von I tote a Glock not a Ruger, all my niggas smoke Tooka I'm at Maestros eatin' steaks with a shooter 100K on a chain, yeah, me and Booka Betta not tweak, I'm stupid, use your head don't lose it Twelve years old when I stole me a Buick I was too young, I ain't know how to use it, damn "Ayy, King Von, just drop somethin'", call DQ, go pop somethin' Opps outside make a nigga wanna mop somethin' You killed what? Ayy, pussy nigga stop frontin' See, I'm up in here with the Stretchers We stackin' up bodies like Tetris Get the f*ck up off my phone talkin' reckless He got hit in his shit, I bet he got the message Yeah, yeah, yeah You know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga King Von, Boss Tee know what the f*ck goin' on nigga (the f*ck goin' on, nigga) Yeah, yeah Stretch Gang shit, nigga What? What? (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow) (let's get it) Yeah (let's get it) Yeah (let's get it) Yeah (let's get it) Game over, you bitch-ass niggas Yeah, Stretch Gang, bitch
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Written by: Demetrie Glover, Tyree Davis
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