Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Back, artist - Mo3.
Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Back |
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 |