Get Back (Explicit)

Get Back (Explicit) - Pop Smoke

Lyrics by：Bashar Jackson

Composed by：Bashar Jackson/Yosief Tafari

Traphouse Mob

Yoz what you tellin' me

Yeah

What you tellin' me

Yeah

I got stacks to the right of me

I got Mikey to the left of me huh wait

Woo

Look look

Ayy what up

Hold on what they talkin' 'bout

Hey what them folks talkin' 'bout

Huh look huh

Buddy gon' grrt that grrt that brrt that brrt that

Send shots make 'em get back

All that chit-chat chit-chat riff-raff riff-raff

My n***as ain't into that

N***a be talkin' hot but he ain't on ****

Woo

I got like fifty rounds up in this clip

If I go to jail n***a I'll plead the fifth

Uh

'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid

N***as tryna lock me up and give me a bid huh

I'm like n***a **** the pigs

The judge like "Why you actin' like a d**k"

I said "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic"

My lawyer like "Papi why you brazen"

I said "I pop a Perc' and feel amazin'"

I shoot for the stars I'm a foundation huh

Look at the money I'm raisin'

She wanna **** hold on

She snuck in the book have her wait for arraignment

She get d**k and edible arrangements

That's the only form of payment

Shawty a snack

And after I snack I'ma blow out her back

She like "Papi you so crazy" huh

I told her "Wine on me baby"

Woah

She want a star

She wanna **** 'cause she know who we are

These h*es be dirty I ain't hittin' 'em raw

When it come to h*es I got ******* galore

Grrt woo

She wanna grip that lick that ask where the stick at

Freak ***** put my d**k where her lips at

Woo

She goin' all gas no chit-chat

Ayy

She goin' all gas no chit-chat

Ayy bah-bah-ba-bum

Bum

Here come that boy with the drum

Woo

If I pull it out then that boy gonna run

Brrt brrt

If he want the smoke knock the beef out his bun ayy

I go dumb dumb dumb

Go dumb

Air it out leave him slump-slump-slumped

Baow

**** what they say they know that I'm gucci

Pull up with a pump-pump-pump

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