GTFO Lyrics

Get the fuck out my spot

They keep on talking but they do not know me

Hard in the paint, with the left like Ginóbili

That ain't your rollie, I know that you stole it

I'm driving this whip like it's muhfucking stolen (Skrrt)

She licking the blunt in my hand while I roll it

Who don't got guns, nigga, I'm gon' blow it

She throw it back on me (Got damn)

I know what you want, I see

Chasing the Henny with orange Hi-C

I blacked out, come save me please

Can't blame me (Can't blame me)

Yo diamonds fugazi

Yeah, I know that they hatin' (Yeah yeah)

Yeah, I know that they watchin' (Yeah yeah)

Yeah, I know that they plottin'

Diamonds in the watch, I just switch it up I got a glock

All of my niggas they aim for your top

I'm sipping that drink, bitch, I'm sipping that drop

Every time I drop, I don't ever flop

I'm bending the corner, I skirt off the lot

Bitch, I double my pockets, yeah, I made a lot

I ball like the bubble, I'm cold like the Hawks

Get the fuck out my spot

Keep shooting them rounds

Cause they ain't gon' hit

I hop in the stu and I make me a hit

I'ma show you how easy it is

Life is too good when you got it like this

I'm thanking God I got it like this (Thank God)

Got a presi' my wrist

I wish he would try that shit again

No matter what happens, you know that I win

Come get your bitch, she all on my dick

I'm shooting my shot, gotta look at the flick

Got one hundred shots inside my blick

Don't pull up on me, I'm with that shit

Gas got me coughing, they thinking I'm sick

Get the fuck out my spot

Don't need a hook when you riding with me

Stop that lying, I know you like me

My diamonds they shining, you know they bling

My engine it's roaring, you know that it scream (Skrrt)

And every time I put the dick in, she cream

And if she not doing it, I gotta leave (Bitch)

VVS my ring (My ring, bitch)

Got a UK ting (She bad)

Just a one night thing (God damn)

Said they hate when I sing (Why?)

So I did it again (Yah)

Yeah, I'm litty again (Yeah yeah)

Yeah, I'm ready again (Yeah yeah)

Wanna tat on my ribs

Ain't talking bout Carti

I got the muhfucking keys to the party

She taking the X, now she feeling gnarly

Tell me you okay, say something my darling

All of these drugs, it feel like I'm falling

I feel like Kobe, bitch, I be balling

Tired of your shit, bitch, stop that talking

Fuck out my whip, gon' start that walking

Get the fuck out my spot