Let’s Get Active lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Aight, let's get it) (Hah, hm, aight, let's get it)
Whoa (Hah, hm, aight, let's get it)
(Aight, let's get it) (Hah, hm, aight, let's get it)
BabyLife sh*t (aight, let's get it) (Hah, hm, aight, let's get it)
You know how this life get, man
Yeah, Whoa, Yeah

[Chorus]
I'ma f*ck up your sh*t, just for myself
Got some getback for that Ferragamo belt
My lips closed, and I can't tell
And it's B.B. Simmons on my belt, all the the opps ass get dealt with
Look at the way that these shells spread I'ma f*ck on my b*tch, on a big bed
Glock 19, this hoe got a baby leg
Can't see, all the opps gettin' atе, just like damn plate, n*gga, like a chickеn leg
And this b*tch using too much teeth, told the b*tch, get the f*ck up, I don't even want the head
When I get back, you better make my bed
This ain't no game, but the n*gga came back to life with shellcatchers

[Verse]
On mobb, man, you know my blood the only color's on shed blood
I'on even bang what y'all be bangin' but I already know he a dub
Ahaha, Y'all can't come where I be hangin' but this sh*t real fun
Huh, I gon' take some down stainless, tryin' to get my rank up
Babyslaughter caught 10 for tryin' to shoot the bank up
n*gga in Atlanta and got one in the head, boy, you dumb as f*ck
All them b*tches, that y'all talkin' 'bout, them hoes, they been got f*cked
I had to f*ck my b*tch friend, n*gga, she dumb as f*ck
Need the first aid, they got a fresh cut
He got a face tat, but he not tough
Call me Jack Black, how I mask up
Call up Chapo, I'm tryin' to bat sum'
Call up Kilo or call up Don Hush, know that whoa, n*gga, know they get some
I don't really wanna f*ckin' pick and choose, man, they both bad, I'm tryin' to f*ck sum'
n*gga, I'll take down both of 'em, crash out if I lose my passion
Pulled a stick, I ain't know he was a dancer
Life flashed right before his eyes, I ain't know he was cancer
Man, you know when you came up in this BabyLife function you seen a bandit
I ain't gon' cap, n*gga put two bands on my bond, BabySantana
[Chorus]
I'ma f*ck up your sh*t, just for myself
Got some getback for that Ferragamo belt
My lips closed, and I can't tell
And it's B.B. Simmons on my belt, all the the opps ass get dealt with
Look at the way that these shells spread I'ma f*ck on my b*tch, on a big bed
Glock 19, this hoe got a baby leg
Can't see, all the opps gettin' ate, just like damn plate, n*gga, like a chicken leg
And this b*tch using too much teeth, told the b*tch, get the f*ck up, I don't even want the head
When I get back, you better make my bed
This ain't no game, but the n*gga came back to life with shellcatchers