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pfa leek - go get back lyrics

[intro: pfa leek]
fx, turn that sh+t up
go get back, d+ckhead
sha ek: go…get…back!

[verse 1: pfa leek]
like, most of these n+ggas keep talking, they gotta get back
i don’t know why the wag keep saying my name
i was sliding 4 deep, tryna hop in all black
cj, ray makk, gunna, he wack
add a lil sav and that sh+t better slap
i was in (?) controlling my strap
any n+gga act tough, i’ma leave it at that
like, this how i feel, they ain’t do sh+t when they homie got k!lled
but they all on my d+ck, tell ‘em get in the field
stunna get packed, shipped & sealed
like, rich almost died, like how the f+ck did he heal?
k dot should’ve died, i’m just keeping it real
thot from the r on my d+ck like a meal
and i ain’t’ gon stop til i get me a deal
better off, n+gga, i just need a hundred mil
like, what happened to ju, heard he died
like, aggy got put in the sky
running, he tripped, f+ck around and got hit
i don’t know how the f+ck did he even survive
like, nayshawn said woo and went bye
like, lil – got me holding my mind
like, shout out – got hit in his eye
they wanna play games so i’m back on that time
like, n+gga everybody get low
it’s 12 in the clip so you know i’mma throw
dior be punching, think i’m moving slow
heard she be on them sides, once i beat, she gotta go
don’t roll up makko, you know that’s a folk
got a g in my hand, i might blow thru the coat
call up some gz, tell me carry the 3
i’m labeled a menace, you know i’mma toke
[verse 2: whiteboi da geek]
nunnie got stained for the g
he ain’t never do nothing but rap on the beat
if bro would’ve got me for one of my knocks
you would’ve seen “free whiteboi da geek”
they seen a white face, all black flag
thinking he bad, he screaming out wag
rich white chick, put his dog in a bag
look like virgil, toe got a tag
let me see jah, sh+t go ‘fah’
throw up the opp’s sh+t, bet he gon’ die
caught him person, he ain’t drop rakes or say gdk, i don’t know why
dead, stacy, g+lock 80, 5 to the back, he the real kg
sasa b+tch done gave me the spits, when she got off her knees
he was calling her ‘baby’
grip up, i call the drip up, cover my tats, i ain’t never gon’ slip up
beam on his back, red aim for the hip up
i don’t play favorites, everyone pick up
word to my dead, no lie i’ll slap you
f+ck that, word to my dead i’ll clap you
this white boy been a vet on a drill, i don’t need help
i’m not lil mabu
jah a b+tch, sha a fish, rich (?) got shot in his sh+t
jah a b+tch, sha a fish, rich (?) got shot in his sh+t
sha ek: go…get…back!

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