GET BACK PART 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(That's nasty)
(Ayo, Lucas, you heard?)

[Chorus: DudeyLo]
Like, he better chill
Word to bro, better focus on money
M-mention 'Dotty, he must be a dummy
Lotti got packed to start off 2020, like, look
Older bros like I'm way too advanced
Did a drill, had to p*ss on my hands
Broke my heart, had to flick on my mans
Bro caught the—, had to fly out to France

[Verse 1: Dee Play4Keeps]
Yeah, I was gone for a lil', but I'm back
6'5", post up on the opps like I'm Shaq
Can't come to the land, lil' Ziggy a rat
On 40th, Baby Bzz let it clap
EK, you a plate, we don't want you back
I can't believe I was friends with a rat
Marley, that n*gga did bad
Relly, hot one, shots to his back

[Verse 2: BLOODIE]
Ah, n*gga dissin' the guys in his track, we don't care
W-we see him in person, he scared
Ah, we see him in person, we flare
Relly a b*tch, should've been in the chair
Bro, I want him dead, no shots in the air
Hollow tips, sh*t knock off his beard
Walk him down, that's the sh*t that they fear
Bro got a switch on his gun like a gear
[Verse 3: TMB Del]
You ain't sparkin' your gun, why the f*ck is you with me?
Told mama I love her, the law out to get me
Let it bang on they block like I'm Jimmy
New TEC, bro just bought a new semi
Walk him down let it hang out the renty'
Let it go, let 'em know that it's fully
Big 48, make him think I'm the Wuggy
Catch a Coach, I might throw through the hoodie

[Verse 4: Sugarhill C]
I'm the Ape and I'm draggin' my knuckles
Call up Makk, he gon' slide with a duffel
I throw a shot, tryna watch how he stumble
Size up, tryna f*ck up his frontal
Two silvers, I came with a bundle
Give me the addy, I'll buy you a bundle
Bullets bake, better not let 'em pump you
On they side tryna see what this gun do

[Verse 5: 41 Heemy]
41? n*ggas know that I'm back
I lost 'Dot, I was quick to attack
They lost Matt, and they can't get him back, baow, baow
Yeah, they hopped me
But that sh*t was cool
But you know what we do to the 2s
Free my son Banga, put him on the news, baow, baow
n*ggas is shot, y'all know my bop
n*ggas is mad 'cause we f*ckin' they thots
Free all the gangstas that's stuck on the rock, baow, baow
(n*ggas is shot, y'all know my bop
n*ggas is mad 'cause we f*ckin' they thots
Free all the gangstas that's stuck on the rock, baow, baow)
[Verse 6: Roscoe G]
Like, how many times I was sendin' them shots?
Like, I'm talkin' 'bout multiple opps
No, I'm talkin' 'bout multiple blocks
Talkin' 'bout spinnin', we do it a lot
Like, we done f*cked multiple thots
And, they done gave multiple drops
Like, me and twin two deep, two knocks
232 sh*t, bug on the block

[Verse 7: Mally B]
Move right or I'm takin' that sh*t
If he walk with a limp then I'm makin' it lit
Like, watch how I get with the cane on my hip
Two Os, two poles, tryna make us a spliff
Jay5ive everywhere but not in Douglass
We was lurkin' down Columbus
We was spinnin' for the fun of it
Catch a hit and get another grip

[Chorus: DudeyLo]
Like, he better chill
Word to bro, better focus on money
M-mention 'Dotty, he must be a dummy
Lotti got packed to start off 2020, like, look
Older bros like I'm way too advanced
Did a drill, had to p*ss on my hands
Broke my heart, had to flick on my mans
Bro caught the—, had to fly out to France