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icewear vezzo – get bacc lyrics

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[intro]
(smerf made this beat, boy)
will you get the f+cking door, n+gga?
b+tch+ass, hear me? keep calling, n+gga
texting and sh+t like i’m your b+tch or something, n+gga (f+ck i look like, n+gga?)
man, f+ck all that, where this sh+t at, n+gga?
hold up, n+gga
yeah
get your p+ssy ass on the ground
we want it all, n+gga

[verse 1]
strip p+ssy n+ggas like we at strokers, socks and drawers, n+gga
huh, ar hold a hundo, two bricks of dog in it
slidin’ backdoor with my best friend ’cause i like to ball, n+gga
you be calling me or texting, n+gga, you ain’t getting sh+t back
huh, never came through no side door, yeah, we with that get back
yeah, f+ck boxing, got drac’ on me, this b+tch got six pack
i wear amiri, louis, and prada, fendi, i like to mismatch
b+tch, i’m really him
shady like i’m really slim
on baby, we’ll drop any man
i don’t give a f+ck if it’s ten am
sick as h+ll ’cause these n+ggas sweet, lil’ cuddy said he gon’ send a pin, lurking
grimy n+gga, if he with his b+tch, look, we sn+tching birkins
uh, get to tweaking if they ain’t got them drugs in them, uh—
i mean, get to tweaking if we got them drugs in them, my n+ggas on percocet
[chorus]
get back, get back
this that get back, get back
this that get back, get back
get back, b+tch, yeah, we got big straps

[verse 2]
i know gds, i know bds, i know stones, and i know lords
yeah, i’m crippin’, i know bloods, plus f+ck who told, you n+ggas hoes
yeah, fifty k for a show, i stuck my pole up in the door
don’t throw your set when we around, we’ll sn+tch your soul right through the floor
i be with scurvy n+ggas
glock 19 with thirty in it
in the club, we’ll shoot this b+tch right up, i’ll turn to curry in it, breezy
hit sh+t with no look, no pass, n+gga, yeah, i get sneaky
this b+tch tweaking, thinking i’ll kick my cup, i love that keke
huh, f&n, i nicknamed it fenty, yeah, that’s riri
catch ’em lacking like— b+tch, that’s for gigi
huh, ninety pills up in my right pocket, got them from titi
my back pocket stuffed with a light hundred, this ain’t no pee+pee

[chorus]
get back, get back
this that get back, get back
this that get back, get back
get back, b+tch, yeah, we got big straps
[outro]
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