YTB Fatt - Get Back lyrics

Woo, that get back a motherfucker
(Nigga know what's goin' on)
Yeah, nigga, that get back a motherfucker
(Frrt, frrt) that get back a motherfucker
(Nigga better duck, nigga)
That get back a motherfucker

Can't give these niggas advice on how to
Kill 'cause they don't listen to nothin'
Niggas be Macho Man and Hulk as hell
'til you hop out with that button
I ain't givin' these niggas
Advice on shit but
How to go to church on Sunday
Fuckin' off so much cheese
Give my young nigga ten just to
Hit you in the stomach just told my nigga
"I'll give you another ten
Leave his shit lookin' like lasagna"
"Fatt don't never be in his hood
"what you mean? I was just there this Sunday
Nigga it's too much shit going on
If it's two dollars, nigga, pay me my money
Back to the 'jects, just me
Traphouse, Band, Wizza, Joe, Jugg, bagHari
(Loaf Boyz) nigga, this shit the largest
Opps can't keep up, I'm in New
York at the Bread Gang dinner
Eating shrimps with Gotti
Long as I feed my fam' off music, nigga
Fuck being the hottest
If I get booked for a show in my city, on GG
It's switches in the party
I don't think my city can
Afford me right now, it's 10K for parties
Even though he finna get out
I'ma say it again, nigga, "Free Marley"
We the ones got this started
Westside first niggas in the city
Glocks in the party
The smoke got real, Bagg wanted
Me in LA Saturday
I was in the hood with two carbons

Woo (yeah) , that get back a motherfucker
(Nigga know what's going on, nigga, hrrt)
Yeah, nigga, that get back a motherfucker
(Frrt, frrt, frrt)
That get back a motherfucker
(Nigga can't run from these, frrt)
That get back a motherfucker (Frrt)

It's really been too long
They should've been handled before my deal
Could've put sixty-thousand on
A nigga biscuit, but my uncle told me
"Chill" i said, "Unc', you right
I'ma just book this flight and
Get back in the field"
Lace my shoes and grab my fire and
Show these niggas I'm for real
Know my life can change in a second
Gotta watch where I chill
Gotta watch what I say, what I post
These niggas snitches for real
In my city, that jail ain't
It, you fuck up, nigga
That'll be your new crib
Nigga, this shit Bread Gang
I'm making my bond
I don't give a fuck if it's a mill'
In a suspicious car
I'm shootin' a fully automatic
Through the back windshield
Really ain't got no time to be
Lettin' the window down, nigga
Just cover up your ears
Nigga, this shit so deep
I can't show some of my
Niggas my mama new crib
Nigga, this shit so deep
My big brother showin' me some
Of his murder skills

Woo (yeah)
Nigga, that get back a motherfucker
(Nigga know what's going on, nigga, hrrt)
Yeah, nigga, that get back a motherfucker
(Frrt, frrt, frrt)
That get back a motherfucker
(Nigga can't run from these, frrt)
That get back a motherfucker (Frrt)