GTFU Injury Reserve (Ft. Cakes da Killa & JPEGMAFIA)

[Intro: 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)

[Verse 1: Cakes Da Killa]
Disenfranchised, screamin' yup in my white tee
Me not gettin' to the money, unlikely
Somethin' cocky, the stiffest dicks couldn't top me
Fuck that cute shit, all the subbin' don't excite me
Rather get my nails done, sip on somethin' icy
Catch me out in Sydney, sippin' 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 gettin' to the money
Gettin' too close, please don't touch
I ain't say "Simon says," nigga, please back up (Back up)
Passport stuntin', you MTA bummin'
Don't address the fuckin' judge unless I hit you with a summons