1of1 Kota - Get Out Lyrics

Get out get the f*ck out, imma take care all my pain
That's why I don't talk loud, I'm peepin' all the fake
That's why I left now, cause I don't do no hate
Got that Draco to his face, yeah, run up in broad day
Get out, get the f*ck out, that bitch caused so much pain
That's why I don't trust now, these bitches tryna play
They better bow down when I show them ice trays
Till them glow sticks to his face, yeah, pop em in broad day
Yeah, the truck is black and I don't give a f*ck cause he not even sending them back (blat graaa)
Givenchy shoes, know that I'm rude, that's how you get you the cat
Know I spent hella racks on a plain jaine, know that I'm getting it back
Know that shit gon' stay on my wrist, you know I'mma spin about that
Mack 11 gon' hit em, we send that boy off to heaven
That shit gon' really f*ckin' hit em, keep on walkin' and steppin',
That bitch on hella f*ckin' dick, she need to talk to a reverend
Yeah, the streets f*cked up, it turnt lil bro to a felon
Takes a lot to be the man, that's the drip that's fallin
Yeah, these niggas hella lame, one call to the real top shotta,
Smell just like a cake that's baked, yeah, these niggas really liers
Yeah, I get that thang, get that cat, let's see who's really grindin
Yeah, I got the city rockin'
Get out get the f*ck out, imma take care all my pain
That's why I don't talk loud, I'm peepin' all the fake
That's why I left now, cause I don't do no hate
Got that Draco to his face, yeah, run up in broad day
Get out, get the f*ck out, that bitch caused so much pain (yeah)
That's why I don't trust now, these bitches tryna play (yeah)
They better bow down when I show them ice trays
Till them glow sticks to his face, yeah, pop em in broad day
I don't give a f*ck bout none of that shit, you know these niggas, they cap
I edit the circle, I changed up the circle, I never had a problem with that
Smokin' that nurple, I know that it's purple, I know that that stick gon' clap
And then we hop on jets, yeah, the bitch that get in my pocket
I damn sure, don't f*ck with the hoe, and I cannot complain, I cannot complain
I think all bitches, broke, yeah, I get in her guts yeah, I know she a fan
Get out get the f*ck out, imma take care all my pain
That's why I don't talk loud, I'm peepin' all the fake
That's why I left now, cause I don't do no hate
Got that Draco to his face, yeah, run up in broad day