Message - Prince Dre

I don’t even get high

(JD on the track)

On foenem grave, huh?

Get Back, ayy

(Kilo made this)

Ayy

Boy, this shit just started, bitch, this shit ain’t over

I don’t know what they told you, I’m a shotta and I be with soldiers

Ain’t no playing around, catch him, man down

Bitch, I’m on this mission, Get Back with me

Choppa fan him down

Choppa fan him down, bitch, we shooting at the crowd

We rock shows like Rolling Loud

Just pop, stretch him, roll him out

Get that drop, we get to rushing, pistols busting

You need repercussion

Glizzy toast him, ain’t no tussling

Boy, somebody call that nigga mother

'Wop, I’m feeling youngest

Catch him, make that nigga fumble

BJ, DQ smoking ganja

In a highspeed chase, just me and Gunna

I be in them trenches with folks’nem packing pistols

They know Muwop, I get busy, Glock 23 come with fifty

This shit won’t end, we gon' spin around that Benz

Spin again, ayy, we can’t catch him, we gon' hit his kin

Hawk him down, ayy, choppa bullets popping out FNs

It’s gon' get crazy, uh, we considered like the navys

Strapped up like the navy, we be blazing

Make the bullets chase him

We gon' see you later, Glizzy face him

Off this Earth, run that block, I got them pesos

More shoes, I lace them, put 'em on

And all my niggas, we so dangerous

You can’t tame us, we walk up strangers

Like Reggie, shoot like Pacers

That boy, we gon' erase him

Walk up, don’t do no chasing

Mask on me just like Jason

O’Block, we running town

Free Duke, we holding it down

It’s still fuck all the opps

We still gon' put 'em in the ground

Fill that Glock up with them tracers

Light 'em up and chase 'em

Send him up to the maker, no, it ain’t no saving him

Swinging sticks with them beams, shit look like some lasers

I pop out where you sleep, better hope you make it out