GFU Lyrics - Young Stoner Life, Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes — Paroles de Chansons

PAROLES

[Intro: Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes]
Get fucked motherfucker, get fucked (Taurus)
Gotti, get fucked up (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 (Ah)
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 know, catch me (Uh)
Then I go to the back of the stage (Back of the stage)
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 too low, turn it up)
Take you a shot to the head, to the face
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 mans so he pay me back (Grrah, grrah)
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 band
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, damn (Slatt)
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 (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 (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, bitch)
Get fucked up (Yeah, fucked up)
Get fucked up (Yeah, fucked up)
Get 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’

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