The Execs - G.T.F.O.H lyrics

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The Execs - G.T.F.O.H lyrics

[Hook] Man ! Get the f** outta here Get the f** outta here Get all the way the f** outta here Get all the way the f** outta here Man ! Get the f** outta here Get the f** outta here Get all the way the f** outta here Get all the way the f** outta here Man ! Bullsh** ! You can miss me with bullsh** Get the f** outta here Get all the way the f** outta here Man ! Bullsh** ! You can miss me with bullsh** Get the f** outta here Get all the way the f** outta here Man ! [Verse 1] They know I been a real n***a since a day old Trappin since they cut me off the navel Out my momma puss pushing yayo If I get it then I got it they I say so Arrogant b**h Imma A-hole Shoe bottom redder than tomato Since I'm ahead now you gotta give falasho To the realest n***a that ever done did it I'm the type of trip that you never wanna visit My click get it b**h I Ball X Ray vision no credit card limit The cheddar I'm spending I'm wearing all Linen This right here Mt. Clair All yall sh** be fake Get the f** outta here Pick my b**hes up by the pair On my wrist in ah audemar Man them diamonds you rockin' ain't diamonds What's that sh** you got up in there Ah ha spit you pop in your ear Man these haters don't know us But if they ain't talkin' about paper This what you say everytime they approach you [Hook] [Verse 2] Get the f** Ain't finna get my temper up I change hoes like the temperature Then I throw them out like dispenser cups I keep a couple bad b**hes on my downtime Not the kind that give apprentice cuts The D.R. a** shots on them b**hes Then everybody here gets f**ed Now bounce your a** on a real n***a Bounce that a** on a real n***a I make the cash fall like spilled liquor Major League ball infield pitcher I payed for each broad to get a lil thicker Pimp C y'all trill drill n***a Executive booth went dolo Cause y'all h*mos like Lil Richard Man ! Get the f** out my face Or what I tucked gonna jump out my waist Y'all on my nuts like y'all love how it taste I'm so suffered up I get s**ed outta space Don't get caught out of place Man the haters don't know us But if you ain't talking about paper This what we say everytime you approach us [Hook]