Get It Back by Maxslimee Lyrics
[Hook]
Aye We spend that guap make it back
Fuck up a sack get it back
Look at the blunt that shit packed
That shit was really that lit to you ?
Aye Look at these rappers it's pitiful
Talkin to much but don't want to get physical
Talkin to me bout ain down when it get to you
Look at them shooters they hit on you
We spend that guap make it back
Fuck up a sack get it back
Look at the blunt that shit packed
That shit was really that lit to you ?
Aye Look at these rappers it's pitiful
Talkin to much but don't want to get physical
Talkin to me bout ain down when it get to you
Look at them shooters they hit on you
[Verse 1: K$urpreme]
Aye
Kpreme !
Ok ok
I hang around wit them slimey niggas (Blatt !)
I hang around wit them drug dealers
I hang around wit the money team
Counting up guap and I'm sippin on lean
I am a real deal for [?]
Pull 30 racks up out these freaky jeans
VV's diamonds on my pinky ring
And
Ima young king (Woah ! )
I put my dick in her spleen (Bitch !)
Chain on my neck it go bling
[Hook]
Aye We spend that guap make it back
Fuck up a sack get it back
Look at the blunt that shit packed
That shit was really that lit to you ?
Aye Look at these rappers it's pitiful
Talkin to much but don't want to get physical
Talkin to me bout ain down when it get to you
Look at them shooters they hit on you
We spend that guap make it back
Fuck up a sack get it back
Look at that blunt that shit packed
That shit was really that lit to you ?
Aye Look at these rappers it's pitiful
Talkin to much but don't want to get physical
Talkin to me bout ain down when it get to you
Look at them shooters they hit on you
[Verse 2: David Haze]
We might pull up wit them sticks
I need blue cheese like the wings (Racks !)
She fuck for racks in my jeans (Bitch !)
Fetti it bust out the bag
Clothes still got the tag
Ride wit the Glock & a mac (Bang)
Spend the guap makin it back (Facts !)
I broke my wrist for a lamb (Damn)
I hit the shit wit the fork
Baby your man is a dork (Lame)
Bitch I'm gone skrt in a Porsche (Skr)
Drinkin on lean need a quart
[Hook]
Aye We spend that guap make it back
Fuck up a sack get it back
Look at the blunt that shit packed
That shit was really that lit to you ?
Aye Look at these rappers it's pitiful
Talkin to much but don't want to get physical
Talkin to me bout ain down when it get to you
Look at them shooters they hit on you
Aye We spend that guap make it back
Fuck up a sack get it back
Look at the blunt that shit packed
That shit was really that lit to you ?
Aye Look at these rappers it's pitiful
Talkin to much but don't want to get physical
Talkin to me bout ain down when it get to you
Look at them shooters they hit on you
We spend that guap make it back
Fuck up a sack get it back
Look at the blunt that shit packed
That shit was really that lit to you ?
Aye Look at these rappers it's pitiful
Talkin to much but don't want to get physical
Talkin to me bout ain down when it get to you
Look at them shooters they hit on you
[Verse 1: K$urpreme]
Aye
Kpreme !
Ok ok
I hang around wit them slimey niggas (Blatt !)
I hang around wit them drug dealers
I hang around wit the money team
Counting up guap and I'm sippin on lean
I am a real deal for [?]
Pull 30 racks up out these freaky jeans
VV's diamonds on my pinky ring
And
Ima young king (Woah ! )
I put my dick in her spleen (Bitch !)
Chain on my neck it go bling
[Hook]
Aye We spend that guap make it back
Fuck up a sack get it back
Look at the blunt that shit packed
That shit was really that lit to you ?
Aye Look at these rappers it's pitiful
Talkin to much but don't want to get physical
Talkin to me bout ain down when it get to you
Look at them shooters they hit on you
We spend that guap make it back
Fuck up a sack get it back
Look at that blunt that shit packed
That shit was really that lit to you ?
Aye Look at these rappers it's pitiful
Talkin to much but don't want to get physical
Talkin to me bout ain down when it get to you
Look at them shooters they hit on you
[Verse 2: David Haze]
We might pull up wit them sticks
I need blue cheese like the wings (Racks !)
She fuck for racks in my jeans (Bitch !)
Fetti it bust out the bag
Clothes still got the tag
Ride wit the Glock & a mac (Bang)
Spend the guap makin it back (Facts !)
I broke my wrist for a lamb (Damn)
I hit the shit wit the fork
Baby your man is a dork (Lame)
Bitch I'm gone skrt in a Porsche (Skr)
Drinkin on lean need a quart
[Hook]
Aye We spend that guap make it back
Fuck up a sack get it back
Look at the blunt that shit packed
That shit was really that lit to you ?
Aye Look at these rappers it's pitiful
Talkin to much but don't want to get physical
Talkin to me bout ain down when it get to you
Look at them shooters they hit on you