Let’s Get Active

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Aight, let's get it) (Hah, hm, aight, let's get it) Whoa (Hah, hm, aight, let's get it) (Aight, let's get it) (Hah, hm, aight, let's get it) BabyLife shit (aight, let's get it) (Hah, hm, aight, let's get it) You know how this life get, man Yeah, Whoa, Yeah [Chorus] I'ma fuck up your shit, just for myself Got some getback for that Ferragamo belt My lips closed, and I can't tell And it's B.B. Simmons on my belt, all the the opps ass get dealt with Look at the way that these shells spread I'ma fuck on my bitch, on a big bed Glock 19, this hoe got a baby leg KFC, all the opps gettin' atе, just like damn plate, nigga, like a chickеn leg And this bitch using too much teeth, told the bitch, get the fuck up, I don't even want the head When I get back, you better make my bed This ain't no game, but the nigga came back to life with shellcatchers [Verse] On mobb, man, you know my blood the only color's on shed blood I'on even bang what y'all be bangin' but I already know he a dub Ahaha, Y'all can't come where I be hangin' but this shit real fun Huh, I gon' take some down stainless, tryin' to get my rank up Babyslaughter caught 10 for tryin' to shoot the bank up Nigga in Atlanta and got one in the head, boy, you dumb as fuck All them bitches, that y'all talkin' 'bout, them hoes, they been got fucked I had to fuck my bitch friend, nigga, she dumb as fuck Need the first aid, they got a fresh cut He got a face tat, but he not tough Call me Jack Black, how I mask up Call up Chapo, I'm tryin' to bat sum' Call up Kilo or call up Don Hush, know that whoa, nigga, know they get some I don't really wanna fuckin' pick and choose, man, they both bad, I'm tryin' to fuck sum' Nigga, I'll take down both of 'em, crash out if I lose my passion Pulled a stick, I ain't know he was a dancer Life flashed right before his eyes, I ain't know he was cancer Man, you know when you came up in this BabyLife function you seen a bandit I ain't gon' cap, nigga put two bands on my bond, BabySantana [Chorus] I'ma fuck up your shit, just for myself Got some getback for that Ferragamo belt My lips closed, and I can't tell And it's B.B. Simmons on my belt, all the the opps ass get dealt with Look at the way that these shells spread I'ma fuck on my bitch, on a big bed Glock 19, this hoe got a baby leg KFC, all the opps gettin' ate, just like damn plate, nigga, like a chicken leg And this bitch using too much teeth, told the bitch, get the fuck up, I don't even want the head When I get back, you better make my bed This ain't no game, but the nigga came back to life with shellcatchers