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Get it Back Video (MV)




Performed By: V9
Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: Samar Pettiway




V9 - Get it Back Lyrics
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Ayy, turn me up, it's been a minute, tryna get it back
Runnin' every f*ckin' beat, it's like a nigga scared to rap
Stimulus run out, he bought that cat and then he sold it back
Runnin' up on niggas for the cheese, that's why we hold the Mac
Niggas know I'm down to blast, members went and found his ass
Every single dollar needed cash, add it to the stash
Brodie got some shit inside his bag, I hope you see his hand
Niggas got more tree up on they body than some timberlands
Two hoes stay up on my hip, feel like I'm Death the Kid
Niggas with the shits, they up that blick, no matter who you with
Niggas pray to God to get this drip like it was true religion
25 and under, but we ballin Wembanyama shit
Draw the play like Popovich, coaching for another year
Niggas almost cried for where he was, I need some denim tears
Bitch, I'm goin' loco all four seasons like we drinkin' beer
How you hating me, but on my dick, bro, I can't take you serious
Shorty ain't been on her dean, but she still been on her knees
I get me some cheese and take the team out to the Florida key
I've been out here grindin, I don't know who workin' more than me
Told them I'm more timin, but they still know that it's more to see
Calm nigga, heart was broken, closin' down ain't bout a thing
Phone ain't never really open, know it's motion when it ring
Generation five Mariah Carey when the choppers sing
Walk into the store and blow a bag, cause I want everything
Bitch, cold nigga, but I'm talkin' hot
You ain't got no bread on nine to five and you ain't hit the block?
Shorty on the team, so when you talk, she give me every drop
Did it by my lonely when we riding, have the speaker knock
Brodie lockin' up the city, now I'm tryin' follow up
Niggas saying' gang, they think it's trust, they only follow us
Say she turnin' up when she had fun, she put her bottle up
Shorty told me she ain't want no kids, so now she swallowin
F*ck nigga, think I'm in the army, by the way, I'm reppin' us
I got 1800 reasons why I'm still not gettin' touched
I've been trippin, I've been spendin' too much time inside the club
Why you focused on a hoe, go get your money up
Or go do somethin, niggas say they tappin' this and that, but never shoot nothin
I don't care about color, I been gettin' green and blue hunnids
I can never sit up on my ass, I know my crew hungry
My niggas got they own bag, I know they won't caption that
Opps been gettin' toe tagged, ain't no slidin' after that
Slide into his hoe crib after dark, it ain't no catchin' that
Niggas think a post make them immortal, that's another pack
Try and make sure that you get it right if you gon' speak on me
Niggas gon' get that shit regardless if not legally
Saturday she hatin' me and Sunday she be pleasin' me
Niggas get that work and hit the corner like a DVD, nigga
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English

Ayy, turn me up, it's been a minute, tryna get it back
Runnin' every f*ckin' beat, it's like a nigga scared to rap
Stimulus run out, he bought that cat and then he sold it back
Runnin' up on niggas for the cheese, that's why we hold the Mac
Niggas know I'm down to blast, members went and found his ass
Every single dollar needed cash, add it to the stash
Brodie got some shit inside his bag, I hope you see his hand
Niggas got more tree up on they body than some timberlands
Two hoes stay up on my hip, feel like I'm Death the Kid
Niggas with the shits, they up that blick, no matter who you with
Niggas pray to God to get this drip like it was true religion
25 and under, but we ballin Wembanyama shit
Draw the play like Popovich, coaching for another year
Niggas almost cried for where he was, I need some denim tears
Bitch, I'm goin' loco all four seasons like we drinkin' beer
How you hating me, but on my dick, bro, I can't take you serious
Shorty ain't been on her dean, but she still been on her knees
I get me some cheese and take the team out to the Florida key
I've been out here grindin, I don't know who workin' more than me
Told them I'm more timin, but they still know that it's more to see
Calm nigga, heart was broken, closin' down ain't bout a thing
Phone ain't never really open, know it's motion when it ring
Generation five Mariah Carey when the choppers sing
Walk into the store and blow a bag, cause I want everything
Bitch, cold nigga, but I'm talkin' hot
You ain't got no bread on nine to five and you ain't hit the block?
Shorty on the team, so when you talk, she give me every drop
Did it by my lonely when we riding, have the speaker knock
Brodie lockin' up the city, now I'm tryin' follow up
Niggas saying' gang, they think it's trust, they only follow us
Say she turnin' up when she had fun, she put her bottle up
Shorty told me she ain't want no kids, so now she swallowin
F*ck nigga, think I'm in the army, by the way, I'm reppin' us
I got 1800 reasons why I'm still not gettin' touched
I've been trippin, I've been spendin' too much time inside the club
Why you focused on a hoe, go get your money up
Or go do somethin, niggas say they tappin' this and that, but never shoot nothin
I don't care about color, I been gettin' green and blue hunnids
I can never sit up on my ass, I know my crew hungry
My niggas got they own bag, I know they won't caption that
Opps been gettin' toe tagged, ain't no slidin' after that
Slide into his hoe crib after dark, it ain't no catchin' that
Niggas think a post make them immortal, that's another pack
Try and make sure that you get it right if you gon' speak on me
Niggas gon' get that shit regardless if not legally
Saturday she hatin' me and Sunday she be pleasin' me
Niggas get that work and hit the corner like a DVD, nigga
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Writer: Samar Pettiway
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