GTFU

(álbum: Injury Reserve - 2019)

[JPEGMAFIA:]
Get the fuck up
(Brrt, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow)
Huh (Nigga)
Get the fuck up
(Wow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow)
Uh, fuck boy, get the fuck up
Get up off yo' ass, nigga
(Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow)
Ahh, damn, get the fuck up
(Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow)

[Cakes Da Killa:]
Disenfranchised, screaming yup in my white tee
Me not getting to the money, unlikely
Something cocky, the stiffest dicks couldn't top me
Fuck that cute shit, all the subbing don't excite me
Rather get my nails done, sip on something icy
Catch me out in Sydney, sipping on a iced tea
Always on the hustle, ain't no time for the link up
Readjust my rhythm so these listeners can keep up
How I give you clout, you turn around and try to son me
Bitch, I made a way for you faggots to get your money
Minked in the winter, mesh crop when it's sunny
Can't afford to act funny when you getting to the money
Getting too close, please don't touch
I ain't say "Simon says," nigga, please back up (Back up)
Passport stunting, you MTA bumming
Don't address the fucking judge unless I hit you with a summons

[Ritchie with a T:]
Check it, yo, what's up, nigga?
Simon says door's open, donut the truck, nigga
Tuck in your chain, throw 'bows in the function
If a nigga ain't like it, tell him, "Back up, nigga"
Yuh, get back, nigga
I ain't really fucking with none of these rap niggas
We be bumping yo' shit, sitting, just fact-checking
We be bumping yo' shit, sittin just laugh, nigga
I don't wanna be that nigga
Shit, I ain't gonna be that nigga
Shit changed, they don't wanna see that nigga
You like Stacey Dash on BET, my nigga
If you pray, can you pray for these niggas?
And if you don't, can you pour one out for these niggas?
Simon says, "Get your own sound, lil' nigga"
All these cover bands looking like clowns, lil' nigga

Everywhere we go
I ain't tripping, I ain't playing with y'all
I ain't tripping, I ain't playing with y'all niggas
I ain't sitting, I ain't politicing, hating on y'all
I ain't really go on wait on y'all niggas
Y'all be ripping, ain't no real innovating involved
I ain't, I ain't hating on y'all, just had to tell you niggas 'bout it

[Stepa J. Groggs:]
Some of y'all take off fast, but forget distance
This a marathon, not a sprint, there's a big difference
Way too quick to react, save that for Quint
Got the game upset like the '04 Pistons
Fuck it, mask on, I'm so ready to rip 'em
I ain't pouring out shit, but I will take a shot for 'em
Shit, your mans talking bad like this is not for him
Tell that shit to your mans then, not forums
I ain't got to say we hot, let the fans do it
Try to pass on us, you shoulda ran, stupid
Malcolm Butler on that ass, intercepting trash
I told y'all, a box in the sand won't ever last
No, for real, no, for real
I really, I really tried to tell these niggas too, that's what's funny
Malcolm Butler on that ass, intercepting trash
I told y'all, a box in the sand won't ever last

[JPEGMAFIA:]
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