Trae Tha Truth Get It Or Don't Come Back Lyrics

[Intro]
(DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh)
(Shon Beats)

[Chorus: Nico ABN & Trae tha Truth]
This that get it or don't come back (Come back)
I been on that road three-six-five, two-five-eight (Eight)
I been in LA, Cooper Kupp with the plays (Plays)
Told him we was cool, he still died, I played it safe (Safe)
We done set the bait, he gonna bite 'cause he a snake
[Verse 1: Nico ABN]
BB, clear the street, I be swangin' like I drink
Six-wheel Apocalypse, better stay up out my lane
My chopper Big Poppa, make a nigga Harlem Shake
I get bitches freaky frеaky, they don't even know my namе
Anywhere, Chamillionaire, ridin' dirty with a K
Better know this shit direct, if it come, too late to pray
Fat racks, I'm out the way, me broke, no, not today
Face down, I got your bae, relax, she ain't gon' stay
She love me, I'm from the H, I hit her and made her pay me
I'm a player, you ain't gon' game me, I'm goin' out how I came in

[Verse 2: Trae tha Truth]
Look at me, you better have on shades, it ain't nothin' much brighter
All these diamonds 'round me be kickin', kinda sound like a fighter In the city, I got my stripes, kinda feel like a tiger
Callin' me 'cause they know I'm hot, kinda feel like a lighter (Uh)
Get that check, I gotta handle my business, I don't roll with no nigga (Uh)
Bag heavy, f*cked up my back, gettin' swole on these niggas (Uh)
New day, niggas different, who controlin' these niggas? (Uh)
Play still, niggas chairs, I get to foldin' these niggas
I just be havin' this shit, no witness that I don't miss
I'm on the top of they list, I got 'em hatin', they pissed
Everybody lookin' like they really wanna take it there
You better know this shit ain't fair
[Chorus: Nico ABN & Trae tha Truth]
This that get it or don't come back
I been on that road three-six-five, two-five-eight
I been in LA, Cooper Kupp with the plays
Told him we was cool, he still died, I played it safe
We done set the bait, he gonna bite 'cause he a snake
This that get it or don't come back
I been on that road three-six-five, two-five-eight
I been in LA, Cooper Kupp with the plays
Told him we was cool, he still died, I played it safe
We done set the bait, he gon' bite it, he a snake