​get back! lyrics

[Chorus: $oFaygo]
This ain't that
I'm just tryna count up big racks
I'ma up the Glock and make a boy get back
[?] lil' baby, you know I can't lack
Get the backend, know I'ma make that ho lose track
Lil' hothead n*gga but he better relax
I don't care about a critic or a n*gga feedback
Chopper ring a n*gga down, now a n*gga see that
Freeband, n*gga, that's all on me
Yeah, that's all I see
GG, baby, that's all I breathe
Had to run to the money, know a n*gga like green
This lavish life something you can't see
Relax 'fore I up the Glock on me
The flexing done really got a n*gga heated
She got down, told that girl eat it

[Verse 1: TayStunna]
b*tch, you know I count up these racks
Bad b*tch, yeah, she throw it back
.223 'cause I'm toting these packs
Get you a hustle that'll always last
'Cause, b*tch, I gotta get my cash
You know I always got it up on me
And you know my ex b*tch hate that
I'm dripping and my pockets looking real fat
Spend a bag and I'll make it right back, yeah
Big bands up on me
[?] sipping codeine
Thirties of promethazine, yeah
I know she like that, yeah
She tryna stack
[Chorus: $oFaygo]
This ain't that
I'm just tryna count up big racks
I'ma up the Glock and make a boy get back
[?] lil' baby, you know I can't lack
Get the backend, know I'ma make that ho lose track
Lil' hothead n*gga but he better relax
I don't care about a critic or a n*gga feedback
Chopper ring a n*gga down, now a n*gga see that
Freeband, n*gga, that's all on me
Yeah, that's all I see
GG, baby, that's all I breathe
Had to run to the money, know a n*gga like green
This lavish life something you can't see
Relax 'fore I up the Glock on me
The flexing done really got a n*gga heated
She got down, told that girl eat it

[Verse 2: TayStunna]
b*tch, you know I got that spider pack
Smoking this dro, ain't smoking on crack
Be careful what you say 'cause this choopa gon' blast
It'll blow yo sh*t right f*cking back
Take this bar and you f*cking kack
Yo b*tch looking right at my rubber bands
She sucking my di*k and she don't use no muhf*ckin' hands
[Chorus: $oFaygo]
This ain't that
I'm just tryna count up big racks
I'ma up the Glock and make a boy get back
[?] lil' baby, you know I can't lack
Get the backend, know I'ma make that ho lose track
Lil' hothead n*gga but he better relax
I don't care about a critic or a n*gga feedback
Chopper ring a n*gga down, now a n*gga see that
Freeband, n*gga, that's all on me
Yeah, that's all I see
GG, baby, that's all I breathe
Had to run to the money, know a n*gga like green
This lavish life something you can't see
Relax 'fore I up the Glock on me
The flexing done really got a n*gga heated
She got down, told that girl eat it