​get back 2 remix

[Intro: ayoodrip]
Get back, get back, get back
Frrat, frrat, frrat, frrat
Get back, yeah, get back, yeah
Part two, okay, okay, okay

[Verse 1: ayoodrip]
First time we told you get back, now we just want you to stay down
We do not play 'round
Say you in the field, you is a kid, bro, you in the playground
Lemme just break it down, one, you is a lil' boy, two, you got a bedtime
I do not play with kids I don't got time for
I got drip, yeah, that's Tom Ford
He said he don't like the clothes I wear, but he can't afford it
Bro kinda stink, yeah, he got a lil' odor
Spot 'em, we got 'em, but he got a lil' odor
Bro runned his mouth, so we just had to fold 'em
Shorty ain't texting back in 'bout a week
I had a rough day, I had a rough week
Yeah, it's been real rough, feeling like KD, I need to go tweet
Ain't using no autotune, I'ma keep it real
Only want the bread, yeah, you know the deal
You see me up, now how does it feel?
We really built for this, don't need to practice yet, don't need a drill

[Verse 2: BBY KEO and ayoodrip]
I don't need to practice, I don't need a drill
I kept it a buck tryna make me a mill'
I fly right past you, how does it feel?
How you a opp, but you ain't in the field?
That gun in your pocket, it ain't even real
One more than a dollar ain't paying no bills
And brodie talked down, he get punched in the rib
I see a bad bitch, you know I'm calling dibs
(Fft, get back) These niggas be fifty
You ain't on my level, you can't fuck with me
Get punched in your kidney
I'm up in the spot, got a bad ho with me
Brodie walked up in the mo'fucking spot and he seen his bitch, I don't know why he tripping
I blow a L with my mo'fucking brothers, you see this shit, I ain't capping, a fibber
Speak on my brothers, you hurt one of us, we gon' hop out the bus and that MAC get to spitting
I got your bitch and your mom in the back and they throwing it back, got her gagging and spitting
Brodie gon' slide with that mo'fucking heat, we gon' turn that boy red like we gave a hickey
I feel like Carti, they tryna turn me to a white boy, nigga, I'm not Lil Dicky
Stack up my mo'fucking money on money, these niggas be broke and that shit got me [?]
Broke ass bitch keep hitting my phone like, "Period Keo, can you give me a fifty?"
Get back, bitch, hell naw, you tripping
"Oh my God, Keo, I thought that you loved me"
Fuck out my face, bitch, you're too ugly
Your grandma, your aunty, your mom tryna fuck me
I'm smoking on gas, biggie like Lucky
That fit ain't nothing, fuck nigga, you're dusty
Them chapped ass lips, nigga look too crusty
These pack too stank, got the blunt real musty (Lil' bitch, yeah, let's go)
I'm stacking Peso
They call me Simon, they do what I say so
Pussy talk shit, but you ain't on the payroll
Got pull out the Drizzy, get put in that [?]
See a bad bitch walk down like, "Hey, yo"
Keo too quick, got the drip like ayoo
I'm with a milf, give her shots like mayo
Killing the pussy, just hit a halo
I broke her heart, then I fucked on her friend, and I got it in, "Keo, you're really an asshole"
Cutting it up, we gon' slide with the hatchet
No, I'm not clean, but my bro got the ratchet
Brodie want smoke, we gon' beat him in front of his bitch, lil' nigga, that shit kinda tragic
I'm going up with my brothers, we ain't letting up, you better know fuck niggas have it
I get a pack same day as the pack at home, we making it poof like magic, bitch