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boss top - get back mode lyrics

[intro: boss top]
strech gang
get back mode b-tch
let’s get it
what?
huh?

[verse 1: boss top]
i hit the glock up, n-gg-s too litty b-tch, i hit the guap up
n-gg-s wrote statements, n-gg-s was tellin’ on me, i hit the lockup
n-gg-s gettin’ popped up, every try to har-ss us, gucci from the sock up
wet the whole block up, came through drippin’ on em, somebody mop up
glock 29 to your boxcut, pop me a bean b-tch, i hit the chop up
smoke out the ps, bad for the cheese, i sippin’ purp with that wockhardt
foenem be [?], came down the strip and light the whole block up
came through swervin’ in a two seater lookin’ like vivica a. fox

[verse 2: king von]
von too fly won’t box nothin’
b-tch you high, go top some
rollin’ off the pills, got a n-gg- wanna pop somethin’
i’m too hot, they like “king von drop somethin'”
what you want a song? [?]
caught his -ss lackin’ couldn’t make the summer
he be workin’ packs, he ain’t makin’ nothin’
n-gg- too ugly, he ain’t f-ckin’, he be takin’ some
i got hard sh-lls not burritos
i load em to shoot em like free throw
i [?] the condos and i pour the zeko
rap sh-t easy like i got the cheat code
i got a mexican freak hoe, her brother the plug, cheat code
out here the jacksons, t-to and n-gg- you want smoke let me know

[verse 3: boss top]
see i’m on the come up, still i run up
light this sh-t up like the sun up
50 round drummer, pipe like a plumber
but it really came from osama
get a lotta munna, vvs charmer
i ain’t f-ckin’ sh-t, no condom
i’m loaded, i’m armed up, reload it and harm some
motor got hit from the arm up
brown gucci socks, gucci [?]
back gucci [?] when i’m in the tonka
hop out this summer, money like [?]
jewelry all wet like thunder
drinkin’ my lungs, smokin’ on onion, backwood fat like a [?]
get back mode i’m droppin’ this summer, streets in the head like [?]

[verse 4: king von]
i tote a glock not a ruger, all my n-gg-s smoke tooka
[?] my [?] eatin’ steaks with the shooter
100k on a chain, yeah, me and booka
bet not tweak, i’m stupid, use your head don’t lose it
12 years old when i stole me a [?]
i was too young, i ain’t know how to use it
“aye, king von drop somethin'”, call dq go pop somethin’
opps outside make a n-gg- wanna mop somethin’
you k!lled what? aye p-ssy n-gg- stop frontin’
see i’m up in here with the stretch, we stackin’ up bodies like tetris
get the f-ck up off my phone talkin’ reckless
he got hit in his sh-t up now he get the message

[outro: king von & boss top]
yeah, yeah
you know what the f-ck goin’ on n-gg-
king von, bosst know what the f-ck goin’ on n-gg- (the f-ck goin’ on)
yeah, yeah
strech gang sh-t n-gg-
what? (bow, bow, bow. bow, bow)
yeah (let’s get it)
yeah (let’s get it)
yeah (let’s get it)
game over you b-tch -ss n-gg-s
yeah, strech gang b-tch

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