[Verse 1]
We doubled up
While them younger s*uts play double dutch
My new Mac 11 came with the muzzle on the front
n***a this ain't no front
My taste buds trump your flavor of the month
Rappers can't f** with me you can't name one
I paid a lump, the table spun
I dip my blunt in angel dust
The gauge pump, turn your brain to mush
The slug'll make your potato bust
Imagine what that Draco does
Give you a halo, while i'm sniffin' yayo off of J-Lo bu*t
It made a playa face go numb
Beefin' with me and mine'll lead to E.Coli
You're not bonafide, them hoes I just bone and slide
I had a moment, sky open
You not potent, ibuprofen
This is h**n that brown
Not that yellow sh** they steppin' all over it
If you look close you can see the Louis loafer print
Some n***a put his toes in this sh**
No sh**, it's over wit'
Ho this is showmanship
Shootouts with foes, yo lord hold up, I think my shoulder hit
[Interlude]
Think I'm hit n***a, sh**
Say word, you caught one lord? Let me see
That's a shoulder wound my n***a, sh** went straight through, you good
Let's go
[Chorus]
Get back
Don't think you can't get cli-dapped where you livin' at
Fast, I put a n***a in a trick bag
And send you to yo' momma gift-wrapped
That's where I'm at, we gon' k** your a**
How real is that?
How real is that?
Get 'em back
[Verse 2]
Feast or famine
I'm by the sea tannin'
Female companion speaking Mandarin
You get a glimpse of me the freaks is clamorin'
I'm in Miami wearing your rent on a pair of kicks
And that depend on where you live
I'm thinking somewhere near the Calvin Klein underwear heir
Fresh to d**h, they thought a n***a slept in Tupperware
This the upper tier, this for the puppeteers
Run your career with just the muscles in my hand
Might even push your sh** back but I don't cut hair
Peel with the toast, melt just like a f**ing bu*ter square
You ain't nothing but a square you bum
You just here s**ing up air
My right hand steer like Duh Duh Man
I'm good money, lil' buddy I'm no Huggie Bear
I have you in Huggies just like the ones a pet monkey wear
f** outta here
You a college kid, we share no common thread
This sh** Prada not Doma brand
I'm just sayin'
No disrespect, this sh** just cost a lot of bread
I'm on your head
[Chorus]
Get back
Don't think you can't get cli-dapped where you livin' at
Fast, I put a n***a in a trick bag
And send you to yo' momma gift-wrapped
That's where I'm at, we gon' k** your a**
How real is that?
How real is that?
Get 'em back