finessemo - get back lyrics
[intro]
sega
[chorus]
see the opps, we gettin’ busy, point ’em out (point ’em out)
catch a opp, we gettin’ busy, don’t run (bow)
heard that n+gga in my city, run him down (run him down)
how you litty? you don’t even tote one (grr, bow)
ebk, but you ain’t even smoke nothin’ (smoke nothin’)
i see game, might f+ck around and smoke somethin’ (grr, bow)
b+tch, you stingy with the brain, throw somethin’ (throw somethin’)
i’m gettin’ busy with the gang, opp hunt (go get back)
[post+chorus]
b+tch, i does number one
switches on them glizzies, makin’ love with the gun (grr, bow)
pull up where he stay and tell his mom what he done
gangnem on his ass like they in love with a son, b+tch (boom)
you be makin’ love with a bum, b+tch (boom)
if you f+ckin’ fall in love, then you dumb
la+di+di+dum, man, it came with a drum (b+tch)
i told all my youngins, “burn his ass and get him one,” ayy (on the gang)
[verse 1]
i bought louis just to match with the amiri’s (with the amiri’s)
extroverted, but i don’t like n+ggas near me (grr, bow)
i see a opp, we on his ass, we gettin’ litty (we gettin’ lit)
everything dead, b+tch, we blowin’ up the city (grr, boom)
n+ggas said they on my ass, then come and get me (come and get me)
brodie told me keep a stick, but i got plenty (i got plenty)
i’m too rich to be trippin’ ’bout a b+tch, but if he play about his life, then this .45 gon’ make him sh+tty, on the gang
[chorus]
see the opps, we gettin’ busy, point ’em out (point ’em out)
catch a opp, we gettin’ busy, don’t run (bow)
heard that n+gga in my city, run him down (run him down)
how you litty? you don’t even tote one (grr, bow)
ebk, but you ain’t even smoke nothin’ (smoke nothin’)
i see game, might f+ck around and smoke somethin’ (grr, bow)
b+tch, you stingy with the brain, throw somethin’ (throw somethin’)
i’m gettin’ busy with the gang, opp hunt (go get back)
[post+chorus]
b+tch, i does number one
switches on them glizzies, makin’ love with the gun (grr, bow)
pull up where he stay and tell his mom what he done
gangnem on his ass like they in love with a son, b+tch (boom)
you be makin’ love with a bum, b+tch (boom)
if you f+ckin’ fall in love, then you dumb
la+di+di+dum, man, it came with a drum (b+tch)
i told all my youngins, “burn his ass and get him one,” ayy (on the gang)
[verse 2]
b+tch, i’m good where i’m at
caught his ass slippin’, but he swear down he don’t lack (boom)
gang and them run through his ass, they posted in the back (boom, boom)
they some rufus ass n+ggas and they don’t know how to act
his bro thought we was jokin’, we put foenem on his back
they thought that i was jokin’ ’til i served they ass a rack (grr, bow)
posted with some soldiers, got more blowers than iraq (on the gang)
lil’ n+gga, get off your ass, go grab a gun, and go get back (go get back)
[chorus]
see the opps, we gettin’ busy, point ’em out (point ’em out)
catch a opp, we gettin’ busy, don’t run (bow)
heard that n+gga in my city, run him down (run him down)
how you litty? you don’t even tote one (grr, bow)
ebk, but you ain’t even smoke nothin’ (smoke nothin’)
i see game, might f+ck around and smoke somethin’ (grr, bow)
b+tch, you stingy with the brain, throw somethin’ (throw somethin’)
i’m gettin’ busy with the gang, opp hunt (go get back)
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