[Lyric] Guy Behind It (AllStar JR)

[Intro]
Tell them niggas I'm the one
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
Tell them niggas I'm the one (Let's get a bag)
All y'all finished-ass niggas can't fuck with me
Big R

[Verse 1]
Got a passion for this money shit (Them bands)
You fucked a worker, not the boss, 'cause you's a dummy, bitch (You's a clown)
I know a hundred niggas cleanin' off a hundred clips
So I don't go on niggas' pages typin' funny shit (I don't be playin' on the 'Gram)
You can't tell me I'm a ho 'cause you ain't gettin' paper (That's on you)
You ain't take advantage back when I was doin' favors (Bitch)
When I was droppin' off them 'bows like, "Alright, see you later" (Remembеr that?)
Your ass was runnin' through the bag, I kinda think you hatin' (But it's my fault you fucked up)
When niggas shot your shit up, bitch, who movеd you out? (Nigga, I did)
All them random Cash Apps, you shouldn't move your mouth
What about the time doggy could've blew us down?
Closed your eyes and damn near crashed, ain't even shoot it out (Buddy, you's a ho)
Bitch, I can help you check the score, you wanna talk statistics (Nigga, you a ho too)
Girly know what's up with me, I won't get all specific
And I don't see you killin' nothin' with that starter pistol (Lil'-ass boy)
I call them niggas Lil Smoothie 'cause they all in blenders, nigga (Let's get 'em whacked)
[Chorus]
My new chopper, it send bodies flyin'
Tell your mans to wait a minute, bitch, we right behind him
I told that ho, "Bitch, touch your toes, I'ma get right behind you"
A half ticket off the stove, and I'm the guy behind it, ayy
My new chopper, it send bodies flyin'
Tell your mans to wait a minute, bitch, we right behind him
I told that ho, "Bitch, touch your toes, I'ma get right behind you"
A half ticket off the stove, and I'm the guy behind it, nigga

[Verse 2]
Lil' boy, you out your shit, bitch, who ain't sold what? (Who the fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
Who done put they pole up, nigga? Who done hoed us, nigga? (Who?)
We done hit the light, spinned around, and soulcrushed niggas (Ask them fuck-ass 7 Mile niggas)
I don't fuck with these hoes, but who ain't got fucked, nigga? (Bitch)
I done put you on some paper, you just ain't make enough with me (Nope)
Stop tellin' people that you don't, you can't fuck with me (You can't, nigga)
Last two years, six times, I counted buck-fifties (No cap)
Cuddy got his name on his Cuban, you should fuck with us (Let's get a what?)
Drop a bag on one of my hitters, tell him he stuck with it (Oh, that's you)
Rushed him to emergency for surgery, don't rush niggas (He through)
If you ask me how I really feel, it's always, "Fuck niggas" (Fuck 'em)
I was fucked up in real life and they ain't fuck with me (I'm alright, though)
I ain't ask a nigga for a slug, just some real love (Real love)
I done been on press runs, I done pressed pills up (Ah)
I done turned my crackhouse to big-ass cribs
I just prayed the other day to get your bitch ass killed, ayy
[Chorus]
My new chopper, it send bodies flyin'
Tell your mans to wait a minute, bitch, we right behind him
I told that ho, "Bitch, touch your toes, I'ma get right behind you"
A half ticket off the stove, and I'm the guy behind it, ayy
My new chopper, it send bodies flyin'
Tell your mans to wait a minute, bitch, we right behind him
I told that ho, "Bitch, touch your toes, I'ma get right behind you"
A half ticket off the stove, and I'm the guy behind it, nigga