Get TF Out My Face Lyrics & Tabs by Rich Homie Quan feat. Young Thug
Get TF Out My Face
guitar chords lyrics
Yeah, yeah, hey
Got my nigga Thugga with me
(Hey could you move please?)
Haha (thanks) Rich Homie Baby!
Paparazzi trying to take pictures, tell them folk to get the fuck out my face (get the fuck out my face)
I don't fuck with 12 cause I heard they be listening to a nigga conversation (Motherfuck police)
I fucked a nigga bitch, now he trippin', better tell him get the fuck out my face
I got it tucked in my jeans and I got my nigga Thug with me and he gon' tell you get the fuck out my face
Boy, get the fuck out my face
Please get the fuck out my face Someone get him out my face
Please get the fuck out my motherfucking face Please get the fuck out my face
Hundreds stashed in Robins (hundreds stashed in Robins)
I won't tell nobody! (I won't tell nobody!)
I won't touch your body! (I won't touch you, baby!)
Ass soft as jelly
I won't tell nobody! (I won't tell nobody!)
I won't touch your body! (I won't touch you, baby!)
Ass soft as jelly
I'm the real Tony Montana I got fifty naked bitches on a banana boat
Your jewelry sunny, Young Thugger need loc's
My water heavy, I need me a float
He got them birds in the fender bender
Thugger let your bitch suck him up in rentals
Call me with the deal like fucking pickle, yeah
I just went platinum like a fucking nickel
How the hell you think I won't go? (What?)
How the fuck you feel I ain't go?
Everything I say I stand up to it (What?)
Nigga count M's like he fuckin Jewish!
I can't really substituted rights
Get the fuck out my face, or else we fight! (What?)
I hate that we the next superstar boy
If you don't know why tell them, Quan!
Get the fuck out my face unless you owe me some money!
Get the fuck out my face, fuck nigga where the hell
You was at when a nigga had nothing!
I'm talking when a nigga he was hustling (I was hustling!)
I'm talking about the pork 'n beans and weenies
I was eating every night before the grubbing
I'm talking bout a little money I was getting
Before 18 way before the clubbing!
Now I got my sack right, nigga, still in the trap house kitchen
Let some of money come up missing
Fuck around, slap the shit out of all these niggas!
Trap house bunkin' got all these pistols
My nigga Thug wrist broke doing all that whipping
And I got a .44, I ain't gotta call no killer (Naw, nigga!)
More money, more problems, I can solve that issue (let go!)
If it's off my hip I'mma pull that motherfucker back just like a sling shot
And you ain't hold your homie down like you suppose to
Cause you ain't never even heard of a green dot
He ain't got all that shit he say
He ain't bout rappers trying to be this way
Please boy, I see folks trying to take pictures so I'm like
Hold up, wait, freeze boy!
Paparazzi trying to take pictures tell the folk to get the fuck out my face (get the fuck out my face)
I don't fuck with 12 cause I heard they be listening to a nigga conversation (motherfuck police)
I fucked a nigga bitch and i ain't trippin better tell him get the fuck out my face
Hey, Hey, Heeeeyy
Get the fuck out my face, yeah
Get the fuck out my faa-aace
Fuck nigga, get the fuck out my face
If I don't know you, better get the fuck out my face
Yeah, yeaaaahhh
