The Get Back (Let It Spray) lyrics

[Intro: Bre]
Droid
The get back
Bre

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Get that cash, let it spray
f*ck your b*tch like every day
Ran through Ki, I ran through Shay
I got two 8s and they don't play
One be black, and one be chrome
I call them b*tches Kid N' Play
And I do not, see a hater, only money in the way (Lil Uzi)
Bullet holes up in your face
Try to breath but lose your pace
Run up in your spot, then bunch your mom
Tell that b*tch open up that safe
Torture your son, and your brother
Throw the bodies in the lake
.44 long hold the case, chop it up and move them flakes
Need a brick to feed my clique
f*ck you gon do with an eighth?
Don't f*ck with opps, don't f*ck with 12
Put a bullet in a jake
And this that sh*t that get you down
I sip that Chris and sip that eighth
And I just got, a new pound, that'll turn your insides into steak
And I ain't gon lie, my doughnuts, but I ain't talking about no glaze
And all my strippers, you get taxed
And half of yours what I'm gon take
Promethazine, that Codeine, I just love that purple taste
I'm on my lean, shoutout my team
Them my n*ggas, they shoot from the gate
[Chorus: Bre]
f*ck with me, you gon' pay
R.I.P., now let it spray
f*ck with me, you gon' pay
R.I.P., now let it spray
f*ck with me, you gon' pay
R.I.P., now let it spray
f*ck with me, you gon' pay
R.I.P., now let it spray

[Verse 2: Bre]
How would you feel if I hopped on this beat and killed the track
I had so many dreams about this sh*t it's time to get back
f*ck them n*ggas did me dirty now I gotta get em back
Murder scene, yellow tape, 187 after the track
f*ck a hoe hatin', folks, I had enough of that
How would you feel if your son could never get his dad back?
Look you don't know my story
If I tell ya, I'd have to kill ya
You frontin' in your raps, but nobody feels ya
But you gon' feel this one like a bullet through your chest
This sh*t gon' hit you hard even if you had a vest
This heat gon' hit you hard and put your ass to rest
Rest in piece, six feet underground, now what a mess
No I didn't wanna do it, but them b*tches put me to it
Now I gotta f*ckin' do it, so b*tch you gotta move it
Your service today, All black, I watch you lay
f*ck with me, you'll a pay
R.I.P., now let it spray

[Chorus: Bre]
f*ck with me, you will' pay
R.I.P., now let it spray
f*ck with me, you will' pay
R.I.P., now let it spray
f*ck with me, you will' pay
R.I.P., now let it spray
f*ck with me, you will' pay
R.I.P., now let it spray