Get Back

(Trap House Mob) (Yoz, what you tellin' me?) What you tellin' me? Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo, yeah, look Ayy, what up Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? What them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh Look Buddy gon', grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that Send shots, make 'em get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My niggas ain't in to that Nigga be talkin' hot, but he ain't on shit (woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (uh) If I go to jail, nigga, I plead the Fifth (uh) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh I'm like, "Nigga, fuck the pigs" The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic'" My lawyer like, "Papi, why you brazen" I said, "I pop a Perc and feel amazin'" Shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh Look at the money I'm raisin' She wanna fuck, hold on She's stuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment She get dick, Edible Arrangements That's the only form a payment Shawty a snack And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back She like, "Papi, you so crazy" I told her, "Wine on me, baby" (huh) She want a star, she wanna fuck and she know who we are These hoes be dirty, I ain't hittin' 'em raw When it comes to hoes, I got bitches galore (grrt, woo) She wanna grip that, lick that Ask where the stick at Freak bitch put my dick where her lips at She goin' all gas, no chit-chit (ayy) She goin' all gas, no chit-chit Ayy, grab up her bum (bum) Here come that boy with the drum (woo) If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy I go dumb, dumb, dumb (go dumb) Air it out, leave 'em slump-slump-slumped (baow) Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci Pull up with a pump-pump-pump