Icewear Vezzo - Get Bacc lyrics

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Icewear Vezzo - Get Bacc lyrics

[Intro] (Smerf made this beat, boy) Will you get the fu*king door, ni**a? b*tch-ass, hear me? Keep calling, ni**a Texting and sh*t like I'm your b*tch or something, ni**a (fu*k I look like, ni**a?) Man, fu*k all that, where this sh*t at, ni**a? Hold up, ni**a Yeah Get your pussy ass on the ground We want it all, ni**a [Verse 1] Strip pussy ni**as like we at Strokers, socks and drawers, ni**a Huh, AR hold a hundo, two bricks of dog in it Slidin' backdoor with my best friend 'cause I like to ball, ni**a You be calling me or texting, ni**a, you ain't getting sh*t back Huh, never came through no side door, yeah, we with that get back Yeah, fu*k boxing, got Drac' on me, this b*tch got six pack I wear Amiri, Louis, and Prada, Fendi, I like to mismatch b*tch, I'm really him Shady like I'm really Slim On baby, we'll drop any man I don't give a fu*k if it's ten AM Sick as hell 'cause these ni**as sweet, lil' cuddy said he gon' send a pin, lurking Grimy ni**a, if he with his b*tch, look, we snatching Birkins Uh, get to tweaking if they ain't got them drugs in them, uh— I mean, get to tweaking if we got them drugs in them, my ni**as on Percocet [Chorus] Get back, get back This that get back, get back This that get back, get back Get back, b*tch, yeah, we got big straps [Verse 2] I know GDs, I know BDs, I know Stones, and I know Lords Yeah, I'm Crippin', I know Bloods, plus fu*k who told, you ni**as hoes Yeah, fifty K for a show, I stuck my pole up in the door Don't throw your set when we around, we'll snatch your soul right through the floor I be with scurvy ni**as Glock 19 with thirty in it In the club, we'll shoot this b*tch right up, I'll turn to Curry in it, breezy Hit sh*t with no look, no pass, ni**a, yeah, I get sneaky This b*tch tweaking, thinking I'll kick my cup, I love that Keke Huh, F&N, I nicknamed it Fenty, yeah, that's Riri Catch 'em lacking like— b*tch, that's for Gigi Huh, ninety pills up in my right pocket, got them from Titi My back pocket stuffed with a light hundred, this ain't no pee-pee [Chorus] Get back, get back This that get back, get back This that get back, get back Get back, b*tch, yeah, we got big straps [Outro] Ooh

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