Ft. Da$h & Retch

(Verse)

Four 12 kickers like it's '94
Pop the trunk on em like it's duffle dope
Keep a million units, I could see to it

Get the boulevard juckin like a thick booty
Uh uh uh do it
GO track a rap, trappin out of the Suzuki

Fall back, boys know exactly what I'm doing
In the Vera Cartiers and the Patrick Ewings
Drop top with a chow chow puppy

And my girl in a bikini top, breakin down the tuck
Way she rollin coulda swear we's going bowling
If I can't wear shorts then a ^!$$% not going

Triple gold rims, not stolen
Twine got 5 cellphones on er, how you want it?
Call me up if you want that plug

If not, don't trip, we'll get back up

(Hook)

Uh uh uh uh uh we'll get back up
Uh uh uh uh uh don't trip, we'll get back up


(Verse)
I'm the coldest, stack it til a ^!$$% can't fold it
Rolled in with a (*##$ from Beverly, she said she rollin

Twistin up a blunt, sprayed I got 4
And then I filled her 3 holes like I was pullin
2 texts on my phone by the time a ^!$$% dippin

Trippin 'cause I $#&@ed er, my Jordan one stitchin
Faded the limp, one brought up on hustle and pimpin
These messages get ignored if it ain't about no digits

What's the deal, dawg? I'm tryna touch a couple mill though
$#&@ a ounce, I'm tryna see how much it feel cold
I'm Sam Rothstein, clean, grab the shakers

In LA for months, I still won't bet on the Lakers
Head cracked, run it back, wutchu sayin?
Hold 'em baby, sucka ^!$$%s never playin

I'm getting head while I hit my bud
I'm in her mouth and then I'm out, we'll get back up


(Hook)
Uh uh uh uh uh we'll get back up
Uh uh uh uh uh don't trip, we'll get back up


(Verse)
I said baby girl ?I do drugs?

Smoke dope and sell dope
(*##$ I'm from DC, have the sexies off that cellphone
My mother$#&@er wire tapped

^!$$% owe me money cross the country, tell em wire that
Fire that, fat breezy full of tracks
Loud pack, only smoking killa, hoe

Run in May season, Compton killa low
Fly %#@!, 88'ers on him, such a pilot
I do my own stunts, lil ^!$$% don't try this

My old (*##$ a dove, she got a new ^!$$%
Happy for em both, I just made a few figures
Off the mother$#&@in trap though

Walkin through the front but I'm leavin through the back door
Asshole, put that on the regular
Rollin Keisha, never smoking regular

Never bruh, never us, only smoke that pollside
Get you high enough, high enough to go salute God
Yea that's death ^!$$%, blow a ses ^!$$%


(Hook)
Uh uh uh uh uh we'll get back up

Uh uh uh uh uh don't trip, we'll get back up