[Chorus]
Woo, that get back a motherfucker (N***a know what's goin' on)
Yeah, n***a, that get back a motherfucker (Frrt, frrt)
That get back a motherfucker (N***a better duck, n***a)
That get back a motherfucker

[Verse 1]
Can't give these n***as advice on how to kill 'cause they don't listen to nothin'
N***as be Macho Man and Hulk as hell 'til you hop out with that button
I ain't givin' these n***as advice on shit but how to go to church on Sunday
Fuckin' off so much cheese, give my young n***a ten just to hit you in the stomach
Just told my n***a, "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
N***a it's too much shit going on, if it's two dollars, n***a, pay me my money
Back to the 'jects, just me, Traphouse, Band, Wizza, Joe, Jugg, BagHari (Loaf Boyz)
N***a, 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, n***a, 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, n***a, "Free Marley"
We the ones got this started, Westside first n***as 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

[Chorus]
Woo (Yeah), that get back a motherfucker (N***a know what's going on, n***a, hrrt)
Yeah, n***a, that get back a motherfucker (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
That get back a motherfucker (N***a can't run from these, frrt)
That get back a motherfucker (Frrt)
[Verse 2]
It's really been too long, they should've been handled before my deal
Could've put sixty-thousand on a n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as snitches for real
In my city, that jail ain't it, you fuck up, n***a, that'll be your new crib
N***a, 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, n***a, just cover up your ears
N***a, this shit so deep, I can't show some of my n***as my mama new crib
N***a, this shit so deep, my big brother showin' me some of his murder skills

[Chorus]
Woo (Yeah), n***a, that get back a motherfucker (N***a know what's going on, n***a, hrrt)
Yeah, n***a, that get back a motherfucker (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
That get back a motherfucker (N***a can't run from these, frrt)
That get back a motherfucker (Frrt)