Get Back (feat. Pj Glizzy)

OGz the fuck up

Grrah

Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit, grrah

Ayo, PJ, pass me the chop

I'm 'bout to hop out and let this shit flock (grrah)

Die Gz, y'all **** is broke

Y'all be talkin' on Charlie, but Lotti got poked

Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back

I don't know why these **** tryna act

In the O, we posted with the strap

Y'all never spin through the front or back (at all)

That's facts, y'all **** runnin'

Big 48 when we yellin', "What's gunnin'?"

On my block, we don't care about reactions

We tryna hop out the V and start clappin' (word)

And I heard that your father a fiend

He on a wheelchair, I'ma make him lean

And I heard that your father a fiend

He on a wheelchair, I'ma make him lean (grrah)

Tryna spin through Munna, tryna catch an 80

Tryna rock him to sleep like a baby (grrah, grrah)

Smokin' on Lotti, got me feelin' lazy (baow, baow)

Smokin' Bobby, got me feelin' wavy (baow, baow)

I'ma keep clickin' 'til them **** drop ('til they drop)

Faced a blunt and I still made it hot (hot, baow, baow)

How you be smokin' on EK pops when we had you runnin', duckin' shots? (Shots, grrah)

All alone in my car, movin' dusty (dusty)

He can get shot if he yellin' out, "Muddy"

Catch a shot to the chest, tryna rush me (grrah, grrah)

I can't wait 'til I bump into Lucky, grrah (gang, gang, gang)

I'ma keep spinnin' through these **** block

Smokin' Benji, that **** was popped

When you see me, better up the knocks

Smokin' JayRip, we don't fuck with the Flocks

Like, word to my mother you shot

Like, word to my mother, you shot

Face of the what? I'm the face of The Bronx

Bitch, I'm sanctioned on and off the block

Like, most of my opps really know my bop (grrah, grrah)

Try to Drilly Bop, he gettin' shot

If he jackin' Drilly, make it hot

Hollows they hit 'em, knock him off his top (grrah)

Fuck the fifth, 'cause them **** is broke

This **** blood, and his brother a Loc (like, what?)

This shit new, I never seen 'em throw

He better duck and he better get low

Ayo, PJ, pass me the chop

I'm 'bout to hop out and let this shit flock (grrah)

Die Gz, y'all **** is broke

Y'all be talkin' on Charlie, but Lotti got poked

Fuck Boomer, y'all gotta get back

I don't know why these **** tryna act

In the O, we posted with the strap

Y'all never spin through the front or back

That's facts, y'all **** runnin'

Big 48 when we yellin', "What's gunnin'?" (Gunnin')

On my block, we don't care about reactions

We tryna hop out the V and start clappin' (grrah)

Gang-gang-gang

Suck my dick

OGz the fuck up ****, OGE

Grrah, grrah, grrah