GFU (feat. Yung Kayo)

Get fucked motherfucker, get fucked Taurus Yak Gotti, get fucked up Hey, ow Get fucked up Hey Get fucked up Get fucked up Ayy, turn the fuck up Get fucked up Get lit-lit Get fucked up Ahh Get— Verse 1: Yak Gotti I cannot be saved, I'm back in LA Ayy They prey on the weak Ayy, I prey on the brave I prey on the brave Niggas be thinkin' I got this shit made But I sacrificed a lot of them days A lot of them days Fuck that, at all of my shows, I want rage Fuck that Dive in the crowd, you don't catch me Uh Then I'll go to the back in a daze Back in a daze Jump and rip your shit out just like a page Jumpin' right on your shit We ain't like your nigga 'cause my niggas paid Woo This shit too low, Taurus, turn up the bass This shit, turn it up Take you a shot to the head, to the face Taurus Damn, oops, damn, ooh Damn, ooh Chorus: Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes Get fucked up Fucked up, take it to the head Get fucked up Take it to the head Get fucked up Take it to the head Get fucked up Take it to the head Get fucked up Ooh, bitch Get fucked up Fuck, take it to the head Get fucked up Ooh, bitch Get fucked up Verse 2: Yung Kayo, Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes I'm slidin' with Yak, we some maniacs I had to bust at your man so he pay me back Pow Hop out the Bentley, I brought the Bentayga back I got a razor, I make your bitch raise her hand She got a hour with me like I'm Jackie Chan Rollin' with savages, but I'm not Megan, man Skrrt I got a drum, my bitch got a stick No, we not playin' 'cause we is not in a band Bitch I turn that ten to a hunnid bands Look who just came in the buildin', man Fuck on a bitch, I'm not feelin' that I got a bitch that make my bitches really mad Damn, I know that it's true Damn, why won't you give me the scoop Damn, I got a Birkin bitch, too Slatt Damn, YSL high as a moon Damn, oops, damn, ooh, damn, oops, damn, ooh Yeah Chorus: Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes Get fucked up Bitch, take it to the head Get fucked up Okay, take it to the head Get fucked up Yeah, take it to the head Get fucked up Yeah, take it to the head Get fucked up Yeah, yeah, take it to the head Get fucked up Yeah, yeah, take it to the head Get fucked up Bitch Get fucked up Get fucked up Verse 3: Sheck Wes Smoke is around every day How do you know I'm not Hol' on, hol' on Hold on, I'm not ready Yeah Hold on, I'm not ready Smokin' that Mild and it's keepin' me deadie Bitch Switchin' my flows and I'm stealin' your lady Yeah Fuck on your Boop, turn her to a Betty Call up the troops, my bombs get deaded Call up the crew, my primes get regular No brakes Ow, fuck her from the back and the face Okay Jump outta my cars like a tank Uh, yeah I spit on every occasion Yeah All of my bitches look Blasian, Tokyo Jumpin' off where the change is Bitch, I'm fucked up Yeah Chorus: Yak Gotti, Sheck Wes, Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes Get fucked up Ooh-ooh, fucked up, bitch Get fucked up Yeah, fucked up Get fucked up Okay, fucked up, ow, take it to the head Get fucked up Yeah, take it to the head Get fucked up Yeah, yeah Get fucked up Bitch, take it to the head Get fucked up Ooh Outro: Yak Gotti Ayy, start a mosh pit, a made, a raid, or however you say that shit Get turned the fuck up in this motherfucker Hey, hey, hey, hey Do your dance, hey, hey Or do whatever the fuck you wanna do Just throw the middle fingers up Put the fuckin' cameras in the air, do somethin' Yeah, y'all just standing there looking crazy and shit Turn the fuck up, hey Hey, lil' bit'