"GTFA" lyrics

Get the fuck away
Get the, get the

Get the fuck away from myself, I live in Hell for real, you niggas tell
Murderin' niggas, I can't fuck with snitches 'cause y'all tellin' police the details
Oh well, we dippin' 12, inhale this [?]
Lean out the bottle, I got from the pharmacy over the counter to resell, ayy, ho
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away, get the fuck away from me, ho
Y'all too ugly, I'm too lovely, bitch can't fuck with me if she broke
Get the fuck away, get the fuck away, get the fuck away from me, ho
I'll be in the Benz rollin' doja exotic, smokin' dope

Verse two, verse two

It's verse two
I cannot choose what I'm finna do for the future, ayy
Got nothin' to lose, so I can do this without you bitchin'
Murderer music, I play this bitch and abuse it, damn
Murderer music, I play this bitch and abuse it, damn
Stomped out on the curb, so fuck what you heard, fuck around on my nerves
What's to serve? Gotta make a reserve, got a new bitch to splurge, yeah
Flirtin', she want a purse, but she isn't workin'
Splurgin', I told that bitch go ask a different person