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Al Chapo - Lets 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
Can't see, 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
Can't see, 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