Get Back lyrics

by

Desiigner



[Chorus]
I double up and I call it the get back
n*ggas be losin', don't know how to get back
She got a body, I'm blowin' that b*tch back
Treat her like money, I get her then flip that
Big n*gga steppin', I'm drippin' in Prada
I hate when they talkin' and don't got no guala
Just for that dollar, my brodie'll pop ya
Talk about us and you know that we'll drop ya (Git, git, ooh, grrrrah)

[Verse]
I go in that store and I swipe up
Don't give a f*ck, you don't get it like I do
Ice on my neck make her chill when I pipe her
I'm high in the jet, said to f*ck with the sky view
Shoot you with bullets, I bald you like Caillou
I heard that you want it, you wanna go viral
So much new money, I know I could buy you
My bullets they hot, you know how thеy fry you
Yeah, I'm that n*gga, I'm feelin' like Jesus
Lovе when I walk in that spot with my n*ggas
Hang with the murderers and hang with them killers
She want a threesome with me and her sister
Man, I'ma play with her clit and then flip it
Slammin' the clit, goin' f*ckin' in slippers
She lovin' Desiigner 'cause I'ma go get it
She lovin' Desiigner 'cause I'ma go get it (Ooh, ooh)
They said I fell off, but they need to catch up
Put dollars on my Nike, but gettin' my check up
They want to be me, they don't pick they vest up
I'm eyein' the slime and shootin' that tech up (Grrrrah)
Soon as you flip in the air like they know you
b*tch n*gga, get out my face, I don't owe you
Gon' have to get it and trap like you 'posed to
You wanna get money, I get it, I show you (Git, git)
[Chorus]
I double up and I call it the get back
n*ggas be losin', don't know how to get back
She got a body, I'm blowin' that b*tch back
Treat her like money, I get her and flip that
Big n*gga steppin', I'm drippin' in Prada
I hate when they talkin' and don't got no guala
Just for that dollar, my brodie'll pop ya
Talk about us and you know that we'll drop ya (Git, ooh, ooh, grrrrah)

[Outro]
I go in that store and I swipe up
Don't give a f*ck, you don't get it like I do
Ice on my neck make her chill when I pipe her
I'm high in the jet, said to f*ck with the sky view
Shoot you with bullets, I bald you like Caillou
I heard that you want it, you wanna go viral
So much new money, I know I could buy you
My bullets they hot, you know how they fry you
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