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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich Homie Quan
Rich Homie Quan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dequantes Lamar
Dequantes Lamar
Songwriter
Yung Ryan
Yung Ryan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Yung Ryan
Yung Ryan
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Young **** might rob you for that pack, yeah
[Verse 2]
Young **** might rob you for that pack, you need a lifejacket
Might take a L on that sack and get it right back
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
Gotta whole lotta work on me, ain't tryna catch no cell case
Had to flush my real down the toilet when twelve came
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
[Verse 3]
I get it back like I never lost her
I surround myself around some bosses
Yellow diamonds got me feeling cautious
And I'm dead fresh without a coffin
With all the lean I drink, It feeling like I'm sleep walking
[Verse 4]
Young **** may stay up two days straight on that Greyhound
With the same outfit like two days straight, you gotta stay down
Fuck what them broke **** think, you laughing 'cause you paid now
I ain't make her top break, but I'd rather have her face down
[Verse 5]
She laughing at me
All this money in the plastic, baby
Dinosaur (Jurassic baby)
All-all my cars in the fashion, baby
Now-now my bars in the plastic, baby
Whi-which means they new, that's my crew
****, I'm safe (But I don't know about you)
[Verse 6]
Young **** might rob you for that pack, you need a lifejacket
Might take a L on that sack and get it right back
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
Gotta a whole lotta work on me, ain't tryna catch no cell case
Had to flush my real down the toilet when twelve came
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
[Verse 7]
She'll never leave me
I squeeze her like a Capri Sun
And I swear I'll get her back just like a refund
And she don't walk around with no cash, she keep a Visa
In a billfold in her purse
And I'm back, reimbursed
[Verse 8]
I remember taking no losses for a week straight
I remember throwing that pack off on the freeway
And I swear I got it back just like a replay
If I'm on the one's and two's I bring it back like a DJ
[Verse 9]
I left a whole zip at my pop's house
All my ****, they dropped out
Bullets shoot and you dancing
Like we playing hopscotch
Got-got work, no clock-out
That mink on me, that fox out
Two cars, we mobbing out
Downtown at the robbing spot
[Verse 10]
Young **** might rob you for that pack, you need a lifejacket
Might take a L on that sack and get it right back
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
Gotta a whole lotta work on me, ain't tryna catch no cell case
Had to flush my real down the toilet when twelve came
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
I get it back, I get it back, I get back, I get it
Written by: Yung Ryan
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