Bobby Shmurda - Getting Em Back Lyrics

Money done geeked on this motherf*cker
Woo

I be in the streets with the black .40
Had to bring the bag shorty (shorty)
Had to bring the bag shorty
She end up bein' attached

We in the streets, your mans told me
He was lowkey in the can, homie (homie)
He end up bein' a rat homie (homie)
We end up gettin' 'em back (brr)

Had to bring the strap in (brr)
Had to bend the trap in (brr)
Had to beat up a track shit (brr)
Had to beat up a bad bitch (bah)
I end up bein' a savage
We ended up beatin' his ass
We ended up beatin' that ass and (brr)
He end bein' a pack

I be in the streets with the black .40
Had to bring the bag shorty (shorty)
Had to bring the bag shorty
She end up bein' attached

We in the streets, your mans told me
He was lowkey in the can, homie (homie)
He end up bein' a rat homie (homie)
We end up gettin' 'em back (brr)

Yeah, I end up runnin' 'em back (yeah)
I end up floodin' the glass, yeah
She end up bein' no cap, yeah
Jits be waitin' on tax
Niggas be waitin' to tap in
I just be waitin' to clap it
Niggas be waitin' and askin'
I just be wavin' the mag' (brr)
I just put eight in his back, bitch (brr)
I just put gang on the map, bitch (brr)
I just put drinks in the bag, bitch (brr)
I got the lasers attached
I'm in the vip with the bad bitch (brr)
Twenty-two shots in my jag, yeah (brr)
Ice on my ring, and it's flashin' (brr)
And I got the gang in the back

I be in the streets with the black .40
Had to bring the bag shorty
Had to bring the bag shorty
She end up bein' attached

We in the streets, your mans told me
He was lowkey in the can, homie
He end up bein' a rat homie
We end up gettin' 'em back (yeah)

He end up bein' a pack (yeah, yeah)
Had to bring the bag (yeah, yeah)
He end up bein' a rat (yeah)
We end up beatin' his ass (yeah)
She end up bein' a bad bitch
I end up bein' a savage
They told me I never lasted
I end up bein' a bad kid

I be in the streets with the black .40
Had to bring the bag shorty (shorty)
Had to bring the bag shorty
She end up bein' attached (brr)

We in the streets, your mans told me
He was lowkey in the can, homie (homie)
He end up bein' a rat homie
We end up gettin' 'em back (yeah)

He end up bein' a bitch (bitch)
We end up bein' all rich (rich)
Yeah, I'm in the V with his kids
His baby mama be suckin' my dick (she suck my dick)
Baby mama know that I'm lit (lit)
He baby mama ain't sayin' shit (shit)
Baby mama know he a snitch
His baby mama know he a bitch (woah)
His baby mama know that I'm rich (woo)
His baby mama know I'm- ah
His baby mama gettin' this piss
His baby mama get me them lips
His baby mama get me them hips
His baby mama get me them twists
That bitch, she love this dick
This bitch, she love that I'm rich

I be in the streets with the black .40
Had to bring the bag shorty
Had to bring the bag shorty
She end up bein' attached (yeah)

We in the streets, your mans told me
He was lowkey in the can, homie
He end up bein' a rat homie
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah

We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah)
We end up gettin' 'em back, yeah (yeah)
End up bein' a bag