Get Back - Mo3

Yeah

(LC)

Ay, pull over real quick

There go the opps

Spin back around, nigga, hurry up

That’s on gang

Did this for my dawg, yeah, this that get back (Get back)

When it’s war, yeah, we go tit-for-tat (Tit-for-tat)

Ring around the Rosie with this big mac

Don’t come around who we don’t know, you get your shit clapped

(Gang gang)

Got a lot of hollows poppin' out this choppa, get your shit splat (Gang gang)

Tell 'em it ain’t no thang, bitch, this Liu Kang, this bitch got kick back

I got the drop on a opp kickback

Yeah, bitch, click-clack

Breakin' a Kit-Kat

Oh, they not with that?

Run down on 'em I meant that

Gang-gang, this that get back (Yeah)

Fuck it, I ain’t worried about a opp, 'cause we gon' slump somethin'

Make my young nigga come slump one, get the drop, then bitch, you done for

Streets be like «Y'all put 'em up, huh?»

Yeah, they know Lil' 3 gon' touch somethin'

You hear them drums?

Rum-bum-bum-bum

My gorillas, they too dumb-dumb (Gang-gang)

They too basic, they be cappin' when they rappin'

No internet, bitch, I won’t at 'em

Get off the 'Gram and let’s get active

The only time they get a tag from me (When?) when I toe tag 'em

Big ol' choppa, body bag 'em

Bitch, I’m cutthroat, I’m a savage

You can’t bang with my gorillas

Bitch, this blicky not for fashion

I’m laughin' at they dead potnas

I put them bitches in them caskets

All that dissin' on B Jizzle and Roy Lee, you see what happened

After we put them niggas up, talk about 'em in my captions, yeah

Did this for my dawg, yeah, this that get back (This that get back)

When it’s war, yeah, we go tit-for-tat (Tit-for-tat)

Ring around the Rosie with this big mac (Why-y)

Don’t come around who we don’t know, you get your shit clapped (Why-y-y-y)

She only fuck me for the money, so I hit and make her thicker

Then I ask her have she ever fucked a killer (Yeah)

Look her in her face and she tell me I’m that nigga (Yeah-yeah)

Knowin' that I’m half man, other half gorilla

My young nigga get to geekin' with that burner and I can’t calm 'em down

He itchin' for a body, if I can’t get 'em, he gon' wipe 'em out

My gorillas, they too cut throat, I say go, them niggas chalk 'em out

Hit the floor, we brought them choppas out

Up the score, that’s what I’m talkin' 'bout

She gon' fuck me like a pro, she on go, yeah, it’s up, ho (Up, ho)

Hangin' out the window, I got choppas by the bus load (Bow)

Turn these bitches into ashes, yeah that’s gun smoke (Grrt)

I’ll wipe out my own kinfolk just to show 'em that I’m cut throat

Heard a nigga from 'round my way gave y’all the drop, okay yeah, bet that

But he can’t talk to y’all no more, guess what?

(Hah) Got that lil' nigga wacked

.44 with a scope, ho, like I’m robo, I’ma fold 'em

Hashtag gorilla posted, let 'em know that’s my emoji (I'm big Osama)

We gon' catch 'em 'cause they said that (Gang)

Heard they put money on my head, well tell them bitches get they bread back

(Gang-gang)

I’m really steppin' like that, yeah-yeah (On gang)

I’m big Osama, yeah, y’all talkin' to a dead man (Why-y-y-y)

Did this for my dawg, yeah, this that get back

When it’s war, yeah, we go tit-for-tat

Ring around the Rosie with this big mac

Don’t come around who we don’t know, you get your shit clapped