A Hardcore Trap song about revenge. Truth Trill blesses this track with a miraculous flow. On a driving murderous beat with ill drops, Truth's southern vernacular brings this rap song to life.
trap
truth
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truth trill
get back
Story behind the song
This is a song about one of my personal traits to be vengeful. People close to me even gave it a name called that "Get Back" shit. I wrote this on a whim once I heard awesome beat by Instrumental Mafia. I tried to keep it hard with some comic relief thrown in there. Trying to find my voice/style so I'm throwing stuff out there. Hopefully this rhyme style is crafted into a tool for my arsenal.
Lyrics
First off nigga you will never get your bitch back
Because my nigga caught her that quick, off the pitch back
Lightskin nigga out here livin like I'm pitch black
Long dick nigga, put it damn near where her ribs at
Paranoid as fuck because I really fucking flip packs
Pass it down field, for my niggas to extract
Send a chopper breeze if I'm really feeling cold
Then put my gold G-Shock into bluetooth mode
Settle beef with guns or hands which way you want to go
You can tell I'm fire when you see this smoke
Even Sub-Zero let him know he cold, he froze
Probably known him when he sold that blow
Better breeze King Cold, better yet freeze
If I let it go your soul is going to leave
Irony is the game controlling me
Screenshots from these hoes still exposing me (Uhh)
Either way it go Truth all about the get back (Get back)
Ask your OGs they'll tell you about the get back (Get back)
Think you got one over on me, wait for the get back (Get back)
Don't turn the other cheek, get ya lick back (Lick back)
Lil Baby if he played you need to get some get back (Get back)
Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of get back (Get back)
They say you fell off it's all about the get back (Get back)
And if they hating on you tell them niggas get back (Get back, get, back, get back, get back)
My name is Truth Trill and I've come to muzzle up
You Cucamonga creamfilled cold ass cum guzzlers
I make a whole lot of money flowing for a stutterer
Got enough cash to be your mother's real fuckerer
Just awhile you tried to label me a target
Now your hand out the hardest, bitch, are you retarded?
I was a martyred outcast like Marvin the Martian
That's what made me as a man, and a iller fucking artist
And I had to be the smartest when the night was the darkest
Now you looking at my harvest, bitch I'll burn you like a harlot!
Hotter than your baby's mamma knee's on my carpet
Any larceny on me will get you reaped by my marksmen
Grab up on my iron then we're going Tony Starking
Then hop up in a whip that's in adjacent parking
Told you that get back was some words to be harking
But you didn't believe me until after the sparking
Either way it go Truth all about the get back (Get back)
Ask your OGs they'll tell you about get back (Get back)
Think you got one over on me, wait for the get back (Get back)
Don't turn the other cheek, get ya lick back (Lick back)
Lil Baby if he played you, go on and get some get back (Get back)
Nothing wrong with a little bit of get back (Get back)
They say you fell off it's all about the get back (Get back)
And if they hating on you tell them haters get back (Get back, get, back, get back, get back)
Okay nigga, okay nigga, hold on let me smoke my jay nigga!
Just wait nigga, you'll pay nigga, do it like Buckwheat, otay nigga
Out here in these streets, you the reason why I have it
Because I stay talking shit and in these bitches like a rabbit
So I carry outta habit, incase I got to fix these ratchets
Because niggas steady latching, Duval city is a crab pit
Where they don't break bread but whole bread baskets
Swing like bassinets and all the hoes actresses
Who set up traps like matchcar race tracks
Then call you from apps that you cannot trace back
They know I'm about racks, so I gotta stay strapping
want to catch me lacking
Don't make me start laughing!
All about action, Extension on my clips
Bitch, I can slay dragons, goin in like a maverick!
Either way it go Truth all about the (All about the)
Ask your OGs they'll tell you about (Tell you about)
Think you got one over on me, wait for the (Wait for the)
Don't turn the other cheek, get ya lick back (Get ya)
Lil Baby if he played you, go on and get some (Go on and get some)
Nothing wrong with a little bit of (Little bit of)
They say you fell off it's all about the (All about the)
And if they hating on you tell them niggas (Tell them niggas)
(Hook X1)