[Chorus]
Let me get back to myself
Why these n***as actin' like I don't hold that belt?
And n***as know they soft, so n***as gon' need help
I tried to be friendly, but let me get back to myself
Let me get back to myself, let me get back to myself
Let me get back to myself, let me get back to myself
N***as know they soft, so n***as gon' need help
Let me get back to myself, let me get back to myself

[Verse 1]
These lil' n***as out of pocket
Hella bands on me, real sloppy
Trap beeping, shit knockin'
Trash bags stuffed in the closet
Thirty six hundred for the brick
Detroit Piston, Rasheed Wallace
These n***as talkin' 'bout problems
Promise they don't want no problems
They don't want problems with NGee
You don't want problems with PBG
MAC-10 on the fuckin' way
Don't get turned to mac and cheese
These n***as don't compare to me
These n***as ain't havin' no Ps
This ain't WWE
Suixide Squad, bitch, we gon' squeeze
Nine Trey, bitch, I bleed
Racks fallin' all out my jeans
These n***as pussy and they sweet
And I'm still GFMG
Still foldin' my Billie, hit you with a baby Carbon 15
.223, it's gon' sing, .223, it's gon' sing
[Chorus]
Let me get back to myself
Why these n***as actin' like I don't hold that belt?
And n***as know they soft, so n***as gon' need help
I tried to be friendly, but let me get back to myself
Let me get back to myself, let me get back to myself
Let me get back to myself, let me get back to myself
N***as know they soft, so n***as gon' need help
Let me get back to myself, let me get back to myself