Get Back

[Hook:]

Get the fuck back, (move) [x14]

It's something wrong, they can't stay still

[Kyleon:]

Back-back, give me fifty feet

We in the club, and we bout fifty deep

Club packed, from the front to the back

I'm in this bitch, on a blunt and some Yak

I see the chicks, finna get to bopping

And the trunks, finna get to popping

The big riders, finna get to watching

And all the haters, finna get to plotting

It's finna be a fight, get out the way

Go to the trunk nigga, get out the K

We just trying to chill, and mack on hoes

And try to get 'em to the wide body, Lac on 4's

Me, Slim, Daily, Whodie

I'm Killa, if you ain't know me

So stand still, and try to act tough black

Your ass better (move), and get the fuck back

[Hook]

[Chris Ward:]

All you fake pussy niggaz, need to do me a favor

Before I fuck around, and do you pussy niggaz a favor

Introduce you to my ignorant, most rudest behavior

Pull out my glock, not just aiming at you but then blaze ya

So if ya tough get your nuts up, and try to come clown me

Homeboy I'm deep, got at least fifty mob niggaz around me

That's ready to ball, if I just give 'em the call

Tear this whole shit down, from wall to wall bitch

[Sir Daily:]

I'm higher than a cloud, so I'm trying to chill

In the club sipping Yak, with a pound of kill

Ice glistening off my neck, and all around my ear

So I stay getting chicks, all around the year

The fo' pound is near, I can't sleep without it

Two words describe me, baby deep and bout it

He's the hottest, no need to think

Cause I'ma hustle till I can't baby, and bleed the bank

[Hook]

[Slim Thug:]

I'm a Boss Hogg soldier, I thought I told ya

You either gon roll with us, or get rolled the fuck over

Bitch get the fuck back, 'fore the Mack click-clack

And rat-a-ta-tat-tat, and put a hole in your hat

I feel like I'm being attacked, give me some space

Nigga, 'fore I give you seventeen in your face

Nigga, I got another seventeen on my waist

Pull seventeen out the safe, and get rid of the case

Ain't no high speed chase, with the laws and the Outlawz

I just chill like it's nothing, and give my lawyer a call

And tell him how I act, sure to give me some room

But you didn't listen, so the glock went boom

Hide your hoes, Slim Thug just stepped through the do's

Uh-oooh, and he leaving with any bitch he chose

Try to stop him or cock block him, the left jab gon rock 'em

The right hook gon drop em, and the glock nine gon pop 'em

[Hook]