Young Stoner Life - GFU lyrics

[Intro: Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes] Get fu*ked motherfu*ker, get fu*ked (Taurus) Gotti, get fu*ked up (Ow) Get fu*ked up (Hey) Get fu*ked up Get fu*ked up (Ayy, turn the fu*k up) Get fu*ked up (Get lit, lit) Get fu*ked up (Ah) Get [Verse 1: Yak Gotti] I cannot be saved, I'm back in LA (Ayy) They prey on the weak (Ayy), I prey on the brave (I prey on the brave) ni**as be thinkin' I got this sh*t made But I sacrificed a lot of them days (A lot of them days) fu*k that, at all of my shows, I want rage (fu*k that) Dive in the crowd, you know, catch me (Uh) Then I go to the back of the stage (Back of the stage) Jump and rip your sh*t out just like a page (Jumpin' right on your sh*t) We ain't like your ni**a 'cause my ni**as paid (Woo) This sh*t too low Taurus, turn up the bass (This sh*t too low, turn it up) Take you a shot to the head, to the face Damn, oops, damn, ooh (Damn, ooh) [Chorus: Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes] Get fu*ked up (fu*ked up, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Ooh, b*tch) Get fu*ked up (fu*k, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Ooh, b*tch) Get fu*ked up [Verse 2: Yung Kayo, Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes] I'm slidin' with Yak, we some maniacs I had to bust at your mans so he pay me back (Grrah, grrah) Hop out the Bentley, I brought the Bentayga back I got a razor, I make your b*tch raise her hand She got a hour with me like I'm Jackie Chan Rollin' with savages, but I'm not Megan, man (Skrrt) I got a drum, my b*tch got a stick No, we not playin' 'cause we is not in a band (b*tch) I turn that ten to a hunnid band Look who just came in the buildin', man fu*k on a b*tch, I'm not feelin' that I got a b*tch that make my b*tches really mad, damn I know that it's true, damn Why won't you give me the scoop? Damn I got a Birkin b*tch too, damn (Slatt) YSL high as a moon Damn, oops, damn, ooh, damn, oops, damn, ooh (Yeah) [Chorus: Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes] Get fu*ked up (b*tch, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Okay, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Yeah, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Yeah, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Yeah, yeah, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Yeah, yeah, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Yeah, yeah, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (b*tch) Get fu*ked up Get fu*ked up [Verse 3: Sheck Wes] Smoke is around every day How do you know I'm not? Hol' on, hol' on Hold on, I'm not ready (Yeah) Hold on, I'm not ready Smokin' that Mild and it's keepin' me deadie (b*tch) Switchin' my flows and I'm stealin' your lady (Yeah) fu*k on your Boop, turn her to a Betty Call up the troops, my bombs get deaded Call up the crew, my primes get regular No brakes (Ow), fu*k her from the back and the face (Okay) Jump outta my cars like a tank (Yeah) I spit on every occasion (Yeah) All of my b*tches look glacier, Tokyo Jumpin' off where the change is b*tch, I'm fu*ked up (Yeah) [Chorus: Yak Gotti, Sheck Wes, Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes] Get fu*ked up (Ooh-ooh, b*tch) Get fu*ked up (Yeah, fu*ked up) Get fu*ked up (Yeah, fu*ked up) Get fu*ked up (Ow, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Yeah, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Yeah, yeah) Get fu*ked up (b*tch, take it to the head) Get fu*ked up (Ooh) [Outro: Yak Gotti] Ayy, slaughter mosh pit, a major rage I just said, get sh*t turn the fu*k up in this motherfu*ker Hey, hey, hey, hey Do your dance, hey, hey Or do whatever the fu*k you wanna do Just throw the middle fingers up Put the fu*kin' cameras in the air, do somethin' Yeah, yeah, I understand that ni**a crazy and sh*t Turn the fu*k up, hey Hey, lil' bit'