Pop Smoke – Get Back Lyrics

Pop Smoke – Get Back Lyrics
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    "Get Back." - Pop Smoke

    Album: Meet The Woo 2 (Deluxe)
    Track No: 03

    Traphouse Mob
    Yoz, what you tellin' me? (Yeah)
    What you tellin' me? Yeah
    I got Snacks to the right of me
    I got Mikey to the left of me, huh, wait
    Woo
    Look, look
    Ayy, what up?
    Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? Hey, what them folks talkin' 'bout?
    Huh, look, huh

    Buddy gon' grrt that, grrt that, brrt that, brrt that
    Send shots, make 'em get back
    All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff
    My n- ain't into that
    N- be talkin' hot, but he ain't on sh- (woo)
    I got like 50 rounds up in this clip
    If I go to jail, n-, I'll plead the Fifth (uh?)
    'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid

    N- tryna lock me up and give me a bid, huh?
    I'm like n-, f- the pigs
    The judge like, "Why you actin' like a d-?"
    I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vic"
    My lawyer like, "Papi, why you brazen?"
    I said, "I pop a P- and feel amazin'"
    I shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh
    Look at the money I'm raisin'

    She wanna f-, hold on
    She snuck in the book, have her wait for arraignment
    She get d- and edible arrangements
    That's the only form of payment
    Shawty a snack
    And after I snack, I'ma blow out her back
    She like, "Papi, you so crazy," huh
    I told her, "Whine on me, baby" (woah)

    She want a star
    She wanna f- 'cause she know who we are
    These h- be dirty, ain't hittin' 'em raw
    When it come to h-, I got b- galore (grrt)
    She wanna grip that, lick that, ask where the stick at
    Freak b- put my d- where her lips at (woo)
    She goin' all gas, no chit-chit (ayy)
    She goin' all gas, no chit-chit

    Ayy, bah-bah-ba-bum (bum)
    Here come that boy with the drum (woo)
    If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run (brrt, brrt)
    If he want the smoke, knock the beef out his bun, ayy
    I go dumb, dumb, dumb (go dumb)
    Air it out, leave him slump-slump-slumped (baow)
    F- what they say, they know that I'm gucci
    Pull up with a pump-pump-pump (pop, pop, pop)

    Writer(s): Juju on da Beat, Derrick Milano, Yoz Beatz, Pop Smoke.

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