Truu Tha Goon - Get it Back

Yeah, Truu Tha Goon, nigga
GNO
I'm a trap, I'm a trap, I'm a trap
I'ma run that sack up and get it back
I'm a trap, I'm a trap, I'm a trap
I'ma run that sack up and get it back
Yeah, I'm all through these streets, yeah, I'm trappin
Callin' the plays like it's Madden
I see that they fake through the glasses
Sellin' grams, skippin' classes
Got a bitch that's so bad, in my eyes, she the baddest
She got a ass that's so big, if you ain't see it, you thought I was cappin
Ayy, when it come to this rappin', you know that I'm lit
I am that fire, go flick on my bic
I'm good with the shot like Melo off the Knicks
He will get chewed like gum when I whip out the stick
Call up the plug when I need me a fish
Sent that pack off so I know we legit
You ain't my friend, get the fuck out my mix
Rappin' and trappin' until I get rich
Deep in my sorrow so I grabbed me a fifth
Gettin' that pack, I'm makin' it flip
Truu Tha goon n***a, keep the gun on my hip
These n****s ain't livin' the same
I'm kickin' shit like I'm Luke Kane
Ayy, ayy, n****s ain't livin' the same
I'm kickin' shit like I'm Luke Kane
I'm a trap, I'm a trap, I'm a trap
I'ma run that sack up and get it back
I'm a trap, I'm a trap, I'm a trap
I'ma run that sack up and get it back
Yeah, I'm trappin', I ball like Rick Fox
On the back streets, I'm hittin' my drop
And still fuck the 12 and still fuck a opp
Hatin' ass n****s been wanting my spot
Tryna to me though
But they can't get the flow right
Like Shaq at the free throw, got a big ego
When the pack came through, my eyes seen a whole lotta zeros
I'ma hit the streets so the pack gon' flip
Ain't spendin' no money, I'm just stackin' these chips
I'm totin' this 40 and stay on my hip
Don't try to play tough cause you know I won't miss
Bitch on my dick like a pogo stick
Don't get mad at the player, get mad at your bitch
Only gave that bitch a dub
Went to the crib, we soaked in the tub
Lit up the fire, she wanted to fuck
I beat that lil' box, til she say that's enough
Scratchin' and screamin', I'm deep in her guts
Foot on they neck and I'm not lettin' up
Just caught the Benz, I'm bout' to switch up
Hop in that Porsche and it go giddy up
All up our dollars so we run it up
Call us infection, we stay in the cut
I'm a trap, I'm a trap, I'm a trap
I'ma run that sack up and get it back
I'm a trap, I'm a trap, I'm a trap
I'ma run that sack up and get it back
I'm a trap, nigga
I'm a trap, nigga
Truu Tha Goon
GNO
We the gang

Written by:
Terrence Hill

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