Get Back - Intellectual

[Intro]

Bow bow

Bow bow bow

Gang, free the Shiest

Know how the fuck we rocking

Die Sev

[Chorus]

I'm on the Bet, tryna hop out

Try to spin through my block, get shot down

Cops out, don't give a fuck get shot down

Like I'm die 7 you know that I drop that

Screw came home, all these bitches on cock now

I tote a .30 ain't toting on ten rounds

This shit immune, and I like how this M sound

I'm 'bout to blow up, tryna run up a M now

This meeting my .40 you meet

ShiestyFN, we the talk of the streets

I cannot lack, I'ma keep it with me

Like, I got me some opps too fast on they feet

Like, I smoke too much Duty ain't using my feet

I like dissing the dead, I be smoking deceased

It be me and my lamb when I post on the B

Got hit in his leg and ain't spin through the B

No get back

[Verse]

Chop caught a opp pushed his shit back

Fuck that tryna push me a whip back

Never outside, so they post where he live at?

These niggas be bluffing just rap and don't live that

Like that shit untucked so we pop, where the keys at

Big 103, Wvttz, ona G bitch I be that

[?] don't wanna be that

Like we got some shit and you don't wanna meet that

We got some shit that'll take out a roof

We spin out in trucks turn that shit to a coupe

Big .47 make a nigga go, poof

Nigga you better bend when my Shiesty's come through

Pop a cat of the hell Yeah I like how they vroom

Bighead, Duty fill the whole room

S3 macked, what the fuck was he doing?

My driver Lil Pacc he know what he doing

My ooter BG, no question he shooting

GSmash he a demon my lil bruh a [?]

Ain't trusting these bitches these bitches be choosing

Ain't cuffing no bitch got me linking [?]

Smoking your mans I be frying I'ma face that

Dissing on bro you get shot we don't play that

Why Speedy keep dissing? Like, "Nigga, go get back"

[?] guarantee we gone spin that

187, don't fuck with no cops

[?] came with a Glock

His bitch like how I beat up the box

Keep a stick you get hit let me catch me a opp

This a G63 I'm gon' beat up the block

Fuck a lil G2C I like toting on Glocks

Ain't tryna box give me a wop

And I stay in some shit I don't know why they hot

Every day on the B nigga we do not hide

[?] we tryna drop

[?] fuck it then we gone slide

We ain't shooting at windows we walking inside

Shit moving fishy I blow up that ride

They don't do shit for brodie they get high and just cry

Dada keep dissing nigga go slide