Get Back lyrics

[Chorus]
Woo, that get-back a motherf*cker (n*ggas know what's goin' on, n*gga)
Yeah, n*gga, that get-back a motherf*cker (Frrt, frrt)
That get-back a motherf*cker (n*gga better duck, n*gga)
That get-back a motherf*cker

[Verse 1]
Can't give these n*ggas advice on how to kill 'cause they don't listen to nothin'
n*ggas be Macho Man and Hulk as hell 'til you hop out with that button
I ain't givin' these n*ggas advice on sh*t but how to go to church on Sunday
f*ckin' off so much cheese, give my young n*gga ten just to hit you in the stomach
Just told my n*gga, "I'll give you another ten, leave his sh*t lookin' like lasagna"
"Fatt don't never be in his hood," what you mean? I was just there this Sunday
n*gga, it's too much sh*t going on, if it's two dollars, n*gga, pay me my money
Back to the 'jects, just me, Traphouse, Band, Wizza, Joe, Jugg, Bag and Ari (Loaf Boyz)
n*gga, this sh*t the largest
Opps can't keep up, I'm in New York at the Bread Gang dinner eatin' shrimps with Gotti
Long as I feed my fam' off music, n*gga, f*ck being the hottest
If I get booked for a show in my city, on GG, it's switches in the party
I don't think my city can afford me right now, it's 10K for parties
Even though he finna get out, I'ma say it again, n*gga, free Marley
We the ones got this started, Westside first n*ggas in the city, Glocks in the party
The smoke got real, Bagg wanted me in LA Saturday, I was in the hood with two carbons

[Chorus]
Woo (Yeah), that get-back a motherf*cker (n*ggas know what's going on, n*gga, hrrt)
Yeah, n*gga, that get-back a motherf*cker (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
That get-back a motherf*cker (n*gga can't run from me, frrt)
That get-back a motherf*cker (Frrt)
[Verse 2]
It's really been too long, they should've been handled before my deal
Could've put sixty thousand on a n*gga biscuit, but my uncle told me chill
I said, "Unc', you right, I'ma just book this flight and get back in the field"
Lace my shoes and grab my fire and show these n*ggas I'm for real
Know my life can change in a second, gotta watch where I chill
Gotta watch what I say, what I post, these n*ggas snitches for real
In my city, that jail ain't it, you f*ck up, n*gga, that'll be your new crib
n*gga, this sh*t Bread Gang, I'm making my bond, I don't give a f*ck if it's a mil'
In a suspicious car, I'm shootin' a fully automatic through the back windshield
Really ain't got no time to be lettin' the window down, n*gga, just cover up your ears
n*gga, this sh*t so deep, I can't show some of my n*ggas my mama new crib
n*gga, this sh*t so deep, my big brother showin' me some of his murder skills

[Chorus]
Woo (Yeah), n*gga, that get-back a motherf*cker (n*ggas know what's going on, n*gga, hrrt)
Yeah, n*gga, that get-back a motherf*cker (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
That get-back a motherf*cker (n*gga can't run from me, frrt)
That get-back a motherf*cker (Frrt)