1ofNone4k - GTFO Lyrics

Yeah, one of None shit
Alright
Book
Aye, yeah, I been turned
Who ain't havin nigga get the f*ck on
I remember Target was on dick, so we had to get it out of Lowe's
First trip, I ain't knew about no flights, we had drove
Finna do this bitch,
Kept screaming on my phone, don't give no f*ck about no hoes
Don't leave no perks around tone, you turn around and then it's gone
I remember I was broke, I heat the house up with a stove
Now I'm really having motion, wearing thousand dollar coats
Yeah, that's Tristan Sprite and my nigga Cook
He ain't drinking Coke
You want to make some pape, come sit down, I'll teach your ass the ropes
You don't suck dick when we f*ck, then yo ass can go
You shouldn't be on the net steady trolling if your ass is broke
You ain't in my tax bracket, get the f*ck on
Why the f*ck you acting like you rough, nigga
Get the f*ck on, let me guess
Now you slide shit, get the f*ck on
Know the real you, you is a bitch, you a f*cking hoe
Get the f*ck on, you ain't f*cking with my camp
Fourty three X, hit him in the leg, he caught a cramp
Get the f*ck on, my mama see I'm right
She know it's the best, I just got another run
I'm finna eat, this ain't my blessings
Why the f*ck all these niggas be so fanned out
Every nigga tough, they so rough till they get fanned out
I ain't never been no nigga with his hands out
Don't get up in that water with no sharks, nigga, man down
Don't let my shooters smell no blood up in that water
My nigga popped a percocet, took a shot to get a buzz
Nigga, don't get him started
I finna call Mark
I just f*cked a bitch up, bitch, and marked up
Tone ain't take the drac because the Beam ain't even charged yet
Get the f*ck on, get the f*ck on
Nigga, I know money, I blow money, and your ass is broke
Get the f*ck on, get the f*ck on
Don't press me, but I know, bitch, that ain't mine
Nigga, ask your hoe
Now, what else I gotta do
Say, all eyes can know
I'm really one of none, you better ask around
Don't slide up on this block, cause we'll box you out
You check my gram, she know I'm getting money
Nigga, this shit around
You steady, dick sucking, get the f*ck on
Bitch, you not my brother
I can make racks and go to state
Nigga, like curry coming
F*cker up in private, but in public, we don't know each other
Don't let me catch my cousin
I'ma drag him off the family function
Know me speaking on my camp, all my niggas buckies
Don't blow this here
Sprinklers got me high while I'm banging Lucky
He can say what he want, but ain't no nigga touch it
Matter of fact, get the f*ck on if you ain't talking about nothing
One of None shit, bitch