Get Back lyrics

[Intro: Sha EK]
(Ran Van Dam, you goin' crazy)
OGz the f*ck up
Grrah, everything dead, gotta stand on that sh*t
Grrah

[Chorus: Sha EK]
Ayo, PJ, pass me the chop
I'm 'bout to hop out and let this sh*t flock (Grrah)
Die Gz, y'all n*ggas is broke
Y'all be talkin' on Charlie, but Lotti got poked
f*ck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
I don't know why these n*ggas tryna act
In the O, we posted with the strap
Y'all never spin through the front or back (At all)
That's facts, y'all n*ggas runnin'
Big 48 when we yellin', "What's gunnin'?"
On my block, we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clappin' (Word)
And I heard that your father a fiend
He on a wheelchair, I'ma make him lean
And I heard that your father a fiend
He on a wheelchair, I'ma make him lеan (Grrah)

[Verse 1: Pj Glizzy]
Tryna spin through Munna, tryna catch an 80
Tryna rock him to sleep like a baby (Grrah, grrah)
Smokin' on Lotti, got me feelin lazy (Baow, baow)
Smokin' Bobby, got me feelin' wavy (Baow, baow)
I'ma keep clickin' 'til thеm n*ggas drop ('Til they drop)
Faced a blunt, and I still made it hot (Hot, baow, baow)
How you be smokin' on EK pops, when we had you runnin', duckin' shots (Shots, grrah)
All alone in my car, movin' dusty (Dusty)
He can get shot if he yellin' out, "Muddy"
Catch a shot to the chest, tryna rush me (Grrah, grrah)
I can't wait till I bump into Lucky, grrah (Gang-gang-gang)
I'ma keep spinnin' through these n*ggas block
Smokin' Benji, that n*gga was popped
[Verse 2: Sha EK]
When you see me, better up the knocks
Smokin' JayRip, we don't f*ck with the Flocks
Like, word to my mother you shot
Like ,word to my mother you shot
Face of the what? I'm the face of The Bronx
b*tch, I'm sanctioned on and off the block

[Verse 3: PJ Glizzy & Sha EK]
Like, most of my opps really know my bop (Grrah, grrah)
Try to Drilly Bop, he gettin' shot
If he jackin' Drilly, make it hot
Hollows they hit 'em, knock him off his top (Grrah)

[Verse 4: Sha EK]
f*ck the fifth, 'cause them n*ggas is broke
This n*gga blood, and his brother a Loc (Like, what?)
This sh*t new, I never seen 'em throw
He better duck and he better get low

[Chorus: Sha EK]
Ayo, PJ, pass me the chop
I'm 'bout to hop out and let this sh*t flock (Grrah)
Die Gz, y'all n*ggas is broke
Y'all be talkin' on Charlie, but Lotti got poked
f*ck Boomer, y'all gotta get back
I don't know why these n*ggas tryna act
In the O, we posted with the strap
Y'all never spin through the front or back
That's facts, y'all n*ggas runnin'
Big 48 when we yellin', "What's gunnin'?" (Gunnin')
On my block, we don't care about reactions
We tryna hop out the V and start clappin' (Grrah)
[Outro]
Gang-gang-gang
Suck my di*k
OGz the f*ck up n*gga, OGE
Grrah, grrah, grrah
AJ died, crashed the whip, suck my di*k