Shakin that ass, but you claim you ain't a hoe
You can G. T. F. O, you can G. T. F. O
If you don't wanna come and break a neck at the show
You can G. T. F. O, you can G. T. F. O,
If you don't like me drinking and blowing out smoke
You can G. T. F. O you can G. T. F. O
Well all of you can go on and G. T. F. O yah,
All of you can go on and G. T. F. O
Tour bus, clubhouse, ten girls, one couch.
Fallin everywhere like somebody pulled the rug out
Chillin in the hoodie with a bottle in my front pouch,
Time to spark it up if you don't like it get the fuck out.
Wear my shades indoors, no not a car shark,
I can be your whole world just put me in your star chart.
Comin to the fit tell your boy to leave the car parts,
Could pull strings but this ain't no guitar park.
Jumpin like hardcore, getting what I asked for,
Trippin out here girl, I hope you brought your passport
Watch me knock the game out, like it had a glass jaw,
Home of the Raptors, all up in your ass hard.
Beer just bubbling up, like a fast pour
2000 people, never heard of me before
Fist-pumpin like the dudes of Jersey Shore, just livin my dreams no Avatar.
Shakin that ass, but you claim you ain't a hoe
You can G. T. F. O, you can G. T. F. O
If you don't wanna come and break your neck at the show
You can G. T. F. O you can G. T. F. O
If you don't like me drinking, and blowin out smoke
You can G. T. F. O, you can G. T. F. O.
Well all of you can go on, and G. T. F. O, ya all of you can go on and G. T. F. O.
Don't come chirpin in my ear trynna speak things, you should reall go and focuz on the cheap drinks.
I'm just listening to T-Pain, but I'm so damn drunk -I don't know what he's sayin-
Bitches tryna free game, party till police came
Had to run away now I got knee pain, I'm stuck I don't even know the street name.
All black neighbourhood lookin like a bleach stain,
It don't really matter though wus up?
You don't wanna come and join a jam, you suck!
First name filla
Last name Cups
Middle name Lots of
Full time fuck
And these rappers wanna act like you sign my deal
Boyfriends twistin up their face, blue seal
Haters wanna say that the vibe's not real
We're comin to your town yah it is, how ya feel?

Hey! Hey! We're drinkin over here! Hey you! You with the, with that thing on.
Put your hand in the air, other hand up, make a "W"... The fuck is that an "M"... Alright you win, that's awesome. Fuck this shit
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G.T.F.O Lyrics

Down With Webster – G.T.F.O Lyrics