GET THE FUCK OUT Ufo361, Lil Gotit & OZ

[Songtext zu „GET THE FUCK OUT“]

[Hook: Lil Gotit]
Get the (Woo) fuck out, yeah
Get the fuck out, yeah
Get the fuck out, yeah
Get the fuck out, yeah

[Part 1: Lil Gotit]
Wrist on Margiela jeans
Your drip is so serious like a felony
We get bowls of the za and we mailin' it
Wet the whole block, leave it treacherous
I just add on new stock and it happened
Neck on a brick and I look like a king
We run it up, count the end of the week
They way that I move, yeah, I do it for my city
Hollywood livin', yeah, we seein' cameras
Land in Atlanta, now we totin' hammers
We tote them blicks, kee-keep drinkin' the Fanta
Celine wrap just 'round my head like a banner
Cuffin' that ho that we fuckin', you crazy
Off in Cali, chasin' Ms, know we made it
Trunk in the hood, plug, we look like the baby
Fuck what you talkin', I'm walkin', just pay me