Текст песни GET BACK - Roscoe G , BLOODIE , DudeyLo

Elias Beats
Look, get that, ah, look, look, ah
(Lean cost more than your rent)
Ah, look

Sha Gz, Savo, Quando, Chubbz
Like, how the fuck did you run on your mud?
Ran on Woo Lotti, y'all niggas should be doves
Like, should've been in your field for your pud
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We see the opps, gotta creep real slowly (Grrah)
With the G, I'ma dump by my doley
We catch an opp, we gon' throw out the stoley
Like, on bro, I can't fuck with no phonies

Like, how yall gon' talk on my Dot?
Like, BLOODIE throw shot after shot
Dougie a bitch, I'm smokin' your pops
CHII died, he died with no knocks

G-lock with a lighter and beam is attached
If RG get him, he leavin' him flat
Matt Sav in the zip and I'm seamin' the pack
BLOODIE spot him, he get him, put three in his back

He ain't ran, he got hit with some hot shit
Like, brodie, he bussin', there's no tryna stop him
Grrah, they know Dudey gon' tweak in a heartbeat
Like, it's a knock in this ride, fuck a car seat

Like, bro actin' bad with the chop
Like, for Lil' Notti, gon clear out the spot, like
.40 start barkin', he dissin' on Dot
If I up this gun, it's gon' clear out the block (Ah, ah, ah)

Yeah, I'm back, yeah, they thought I was done?
Out on that drill, yeah, I heard you threw one
Run into me, nigga, that's not enough
Ah, yeah, I really went ku with my—

Run into me and these opp niggas freeze up
And it's cold in these streets, so I keep me a heater
If I don't got the knocks, then that nigga get beat up
And Woo Lotti got poked, and he started to seize up

Lost Dot, now I'm tryna spin
Different G-locks, we got all the Gens
Different Mikes, you could switch up the M's
I done seen a lil' shawty walk down on a man

I catch, yeah, he done
Come to my building, let's have us some fun
I lost Dot, I ain't goin' for nothin'
Spin through the 2s tryna make us a blunt (Ah)

Shoulder shot, let me see how you shake it
Glock with no mask, no ski, I was flamin'
Grrah, I'm with Bloodie, he want it, he take it
Like, Mari, he wrote him a statement
Ah, I could never
RG got the knock in his sweater
(Ah, look, ah, damn)

Lost Dot, I ain't havin' no fun
Bro actin' bad, he start wavin' his gun
Like, get to bluffin', that boy start to run
Like, BLOODIE's the one that's gon' bring in the funds

Twenty-three shots, put an opp in the blunt
Spin through the Sev', put a Flock in the trunk
Can't get shot with my gun, if you run up, you dumb
And that Kurt nigga greedy, can't talk with a tongue
If you dissin' on bros, then my niggas ain't havin' it
RG gon' get 'em while DudeyLo blastin' it
And we ballin' on court, ballin' hard like a Maverick
Oh, you flyin' that jet? Well, my OYs crashin' it
Spin through, put the car in reverse
Who that right there? Put an opp on a shirt
Nazzy, Bobby, Matt in the dirt
He tried to up, but I'm clappin' him first