The Get Back by T10 Lyrics
[intro]
The beef got me riding with a choppa
When I get my mask on I'm a monster
Just put another body on the smitty
Somebody just tweeted 'who the hottest in the city'
[verse]
It's T10 up out that Thomas who you thought it would be
While you lil boys selling Reggie, went and bought me a key
Got no love for these hoes cause my heart in the streets
Guilty by association, don't get caught with the beef
I be in these niggas hood, they be ballin and chillin
But snappin up for the gram with they guns like they livin
I expose lead the boy, I'll give him some fame
Headshots will have the whole city tweetin his name
Big booty, cute smile, I'm lookin for me a cutie hoe
No lackin, I keep ladders, more extensions that a beauty store
I been with niggas since tech decks and yu gi ohs
When the ruger blow, it's spitting like in the studio
We be on feet, fuck a hottie, we don't spin at all
We don't pop shot, somebody dying when we send him back
Put that choppa in my suit, dress up like the men in black
Headshots will turn a nigga life and remember that
And I could fall back and let my youngins go and get em
Then go in the booth, make a fuckin rap bout what they did em
You know I be on some cool shit
Let a nigga try me like dej loaf with that tool bitch
Niggas bitch made in my city and it's obvious
Cause I all I see is pussies everyday like gynecologist
They aint want me on this track, man these bitches scared
Cause I be spittin like a bitch that be giving head
When I was 12 years old I got beat up and got jacked
Got ahold to a gun and after that it was rap
They tried to jump the next day and them bitches got clapped
And they think that I be spittin, bitch it's deeper than rap
Cause it's deeper than these bars and the shit that I'm spittin
Claimin that they caught a body and they know that they didn't
Catch em walkin outta school and imma up the extension
Walk down with that dick and wet em up when it's pissin
Got that 40 in my denim,
heaven where imma send em
On the block everyday, I'm bout my paper like a printer
And I don't get tired, bitch I need to sleep more
Rollin up that piff, gettin higher than my LEAP score
Hottest in the city, get bitches, they still sleepin
Claimin they don't like me, they see me and still speakin
They don't like my music, my lyrics, they still tweetin
I just fall back, screenshot, and kill em like we beefin
I'm my own hitta, i don't need to send a crew at ya
You don't have to be a bitch for me to fuckin shoot at ya
Aim, cock, and reload,I'm at her top and she cold
Don't come up in my hood without a ratchet or get deboed
[outro]
Yeah I wear the crown in my city,
they ain't hittas, they just rappin, make it sound like they did it
(x2)
The beef got me riding with a choppa
When I get my mask on I'm a monster
Just put another body on the smitty
Somebody just tweeted 'who the hottest in the city'
[verse]
It's T10 up out that Thomas who you thought it would be
While you lil boys selling Reggie, went and bought me a key
Got no love for these hoes cause my heart in the streets
Guilty by association, don't get caught with the beef
I be in these niggas hood, they be ballin and chillin
But snappin up for the gram with they guns like they livin
I expose lead the boy, I'll give him some fame
Headshots will have the whole city tweetin his name
Big booty, cute smile, I'm lookin for me a cutie hoe
No lackin, I keep ladders, more extensions that a beauty store
I been with niggas since tech decks and yu gi ohs
When the ruger blow, it's spitting like in the studio
We be on feet, fuck a hottie, we don't spin at all
We don't pop shot, somebody dying when we send him back
Put that choppa in my suit, dress up like the men in black
Headshots will turn a nigga life and remember that
And I could fall back and let my youngins go and get em
Then go in the booth, make a fuckin rap bout what they did em
You know I be on some cool shit
Let a nigga try me like dej loaf with that tool bitch
Niggas bitch made in my city and it's obvious
Cause I all I see is pussies everyday like gynecologist
They aint want me on this track, man these bitches scared
Cause I be spittin like a bitch that be giving head
When I was 12 years old I got beat up and got jacked
Got ahold to a gun and after that it was rap
They tried to jump the next day and them bitches got clapped
And they think that I be spittin, bitch it's deeper than rap
Cause it's deeper than these bars and the shit that I'm spittin
Claimin that they caught a body and they know that they didn't
Catch em walkin outta school and imma up the extension
Walk down with that dick and wet em up when it's pissin
Got that 40 in my denim,
heaven where imma send em
On the block everyday, I'm bout my paper like a printer
And I don't get tired, bitch I need to sleep more
Rollin up that piff, gettin higher than my LEAP score
Hottest in the city, get bitches, they still sleepin
Claimin they don't like me, they see me and still speakin
They don't like my music, my lyrics, they still tweetin
I just fall back, screenshot, and kill em like we beefin
I'm my own hitta, i don't need to send a crew at ya
You don't have to be a bitch for me to fuckin shoot at ya
Aim, cock, and reload,I'm at her top and she cold
Don't come up in my hood without a ratchet or get deboed
[outro]
Yeah I wear the crown in my city,
they ain't hittas, they just rappin, make it sound like they did it
(x2)