Get It Back Freestyle by KILL STACY Lyrics
Niggas out here talkin like they runnin shit
Niggas out here switchin over pussy dont even want the bitch
Hollowtips get inside his fit bounce around n shit
Better bounce around before my niggas find ya house n shit
Aye big chops let off big shots got a 50
Type to bust a nigga n still take his shoes if they dont fit me
Damn
Niggas out here fakin like they witcha
Let the flash hit ya face this a Glock not a picture
Sending shots like a missile
My lil cuz not gone miss you
And lil baby throw ass
Throw it back on my pistol
Talking bad we come get you
Want a racc ain't no issue
Took yo life now yo mans want a war we took his too
Ask the lil bitch what the fuck she look sad for
She said ever since you got the cash flow you been a asshole
On the xan mad slow
Out here buying mad clothes
Know you get it back but lately fuckin up yo bag tho
Bitch i ain't worried bout it
And this ain't even yo bag so why you worried bout it
Stupid bitch shut ya mouth dont want a word out it
And anything you gotta say i dont care bout it
Why? cuz im still doin me hoe
Niggas is bitches im beatin bitches like O Cinco
Big Glock 50 under that the boy faneto
Spent a check up on that pussy get him gone like this was peacoat
Shots goin all up in his linens like the beatles
Everybody gotta die but how he died couldn't be me tho
Fuckin wit lil baby cuz i know she like to do dick
Claimin that you hit her nigga she dont know who you is
Love the way she living i can't tell that bitch to do shit
She might get a new fit
Say she want a new whip
Fuck she finna stay wit you for and you can't do shit
I get that bread off the scammin trappin n the boostin
Fuck ones only throwin up 20s 50s and them blue strips
Take racks to the mall spend that bitch up in gucci
Skate back or you fall 20 shots from this uzi
Spray that get em gone leave a opp nigga oozin
Niggas out here switchin over pussy dont even want the bitch
Hollowtips get inside his fit bounce around n shit
Better bounce around before my niggas find ya house n shit
Aye big chops let off big shots got a 50
Type to bust a nigga n still take his shoes if they dont fit me
Damn
Niggas out here fakin like they witcha
Let the flash hit ya face this a Glock not a picture
Sending shots like a missile
My lil cuz not gone miss you
And lil baby throw ass
Throw it back on my pistol
Talking bad we come get you
Want a racc ain't no issue
Took yo life now yo mans want a war we took his too
Ask the lil bitch what the fuck she look sad for
She said ever since you got the cash flow you been a asshole
On the xan mad slow
Out here buying mad clothes
Know you get it back but lately fuckin up yo bag tho
Bitch i ain't worried bout it
And this ain't even yo bag so why you worried bout it
Stupid bitch shut ya mouth dont want a word out it
And anything you gotta say i dont care bout it
Why? cuz im still doin me hoe
Niggas is bitches im beatin bitches like O Cinco
Big Glock 50 under that the boy faneto
Spent a check up on that pussy get him gone like this was peacoat
Shots goin all up in his linens like the beatles
Everybody gotta die but how he died couldn't be me tho
Fuckin wit lil baby cuz i know she like to do dick
Claimin that you hit her nigga she dont know who you is
Love the way she living i can't tell that bitch to do shit
She might get a new fit
Say she want a new whip
Fuck she finna stay wit you for and you can't do shit
I get that bread off the scammin trappin n the boostin
Fuck ones only throwin up 20s 50s and them blue strips
Take racks to the mall spend that bitch up in gucci
Skate back or you fall 20 shots from this uzi
Spray that get em gone leave a opp nigga oozin