Lil Jairmy - Get Back lyrics

[Intro] (Flexin') (FOREVEROLLING) [Verse 1: Lil Jairmy] I just sold a couple P's, took a blunt to the face All I do is smoke weed, sell drugs all day All I do is drink lean, I'm in love with the taste My lil' b*tch from out the D, I made her move to the A So many choppers in this b*tch, we 'bout to run out of space High-speed chase from the jakes, I'ma run and escape I'm in another ni**a hood and I'm conducting a play And I ain't tuckin' in my chain, I got my gun and I'm straight I'm in a whole 'nother state, tinted up, fake plates I can't go back to that prison, I'm not making no mistakes In the kitchen water whippn', it look like I'm mixing cake I was already that ni**a 'fore I dropped a mixtape I was already lit, movin' pounds, sellin' bricks Robbin' sh*t, shootin' sticks all around, but you can't miss mе That chopper hold a fifty and I'ma fire 'til it's empty And wе don't never squash sh*t, b*tch, get it started, we gon' end it She the driver on them licks so shawty gotta shine with me I don't fall in love quick, I told her take her time with me I got my shoes tied, dawg, so you know I'm never trippin' You can bet your bottom dollar that Lil Jairmy never slippin' Most these ni**as really b*tches, doin' this sh*t just for attention In this sh*t to get them M's, I don't care 'bout recognition I can't speak for none of them, but b*tch, I'm really from the trenches I know ni**as on the corner worth a Bentley, the age of twenty Young ni**as talkin' 'bout retiring and they ain't even nothin' but twenty And they make that money fast, that's the same way they spend it He wasn't born with that bag, but he say he dyin' with it And he stay plug hoppin', shoppin' for the lowest ticket b*tch, you know we got it in, if you want it, come and get it He be flexin' like it's his, but we know that that sh*t rented Stolen car, windows tinted with some real killers in it When them bodies get to dropping, keep them people out the business I ain't linking with no rappers, nah, these ni**as b*tches You gon' get you some get back or nah? These ni**as b*tches Palms real sweaty, tryna dodge a damn conviction I'ma just tryna handle business, but these ni**as steady snitching [Verse 2: 42 Dugg] I got my young b*tch in the Nash movin' straight to the H Long as Jairmy move the gas, I'ma run through the base I don't trip on who she fu*k, just do whatever I say I might put fifty grams of topside right under the plate I might get sixty 'bows shipped from the Bay to the A Keep on postin' ho sh*t, might get you shot in the face All I fu*k is cold sh*t from the Chi to the A I ain't trippin' 'bout no pape', I lost a dollar today b*tch I might fall out with my ho to fu*k a freak I might start back sellin' 'bows if you promise me it's cheaper I don't never fall in love, doggy, good for hit and run I can move whatever, ni**a, just make sure it's more than one First young ni**a blowin' that pole, just ask my uncle I put on for the East and the sh*t that's on my stomach You heard I put that young ni**a down, probably a couple Them ni**as that they run with now been gettin' lucky, still fu*k 'em Back and forth out of town, been gettin' money Every time I step on the mic, sh*t gettin' crazy Every time I step in them whites, ni**a, they pay me Youngin probably fu*kin' his wife, reason he hate me Know she probably told you, "Yeah, me and Dugg datin'," but we fu*kin' And after a couple times of that, we ain't nothin' [Outro: 42 Dugg] We ain't nothin', we ain't nothin' After a couple times of that, we ain't sh*t, ni**a