[Intro: Billy Marchiafava]
Shawty gon' top me 'cause all of the fame
Me and Sad Frosty we running the game
I don't got money I don't want no chain
But I still see your bitch get the fuck out my lane
Shawty gon' top me 'cause all of the fame
Me and Sad Frosty we running the game
I don't got money I don't want no chain
But I still see your bitch get the fuck out my lane
[Verse 1: Billy Marchiafava]
Fucking your bitch, yeah, she throwing that back
"Billy, you suck, all your new shit is wack"
Sike, bitch, I'm rich, and I'm never going back
I just left Gucci, I spent me a stack
Quarter milli' just to get out the house
That bitch put my dick in her mouth
Yeah, I said it, what you gonna do now?
You ain't do nothing, you stuck on the couch
Bitch, I be rippin' it, dippin' it
Lotta Designer, my body be drippin' in
Stacks in the air, motherfucker, we swim in it
We got a lotta blue hundreds, we winnin', bitch, aye!
I can't do math, I am not smart
I do not know how to start up my car
It runs by itself, It's takin' me far
Yeah, that's a Tesla, I am a star
[Bridge: Answering Machine voice]
Your call has been forwarded to an
Automatic voice message system
[Verse 2: Sad Frosty]
New bitch say she lovin' my lingo
Make that ho scream like I'm playing Bingo
Her pussy pink just like a flamingo
I fucked his mama in the back of the Gringos
I need them bands on the regular
I fucked that that bitch, she hit up my cellular
She get on my nerves, so I will not text with her
That bitch she a dub, Big Frosty won't credit her
I will not credit hoes
They some sluts
Hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Slop on my dick, she a thot
Pull up the foreign, you know it's a drop
Me and Lil' Ty, we skirt off the lot
These broke boys, they jealous, they want us to stop
Vans on my feet and Supreme on my jeans
Diamonds they dancin', I feel like a king
I hit that lil' bitch, then I make that ho scream
Check out my kit, this shit is so clean (Yeah)
Billy and Frosty like, what?
Billy and Frosty like, huh?
[Outro: Sad Frosty]
Aye, look, bro
Somebody grandma just
Sucked my fucking dick, bitch!
GTFO was written by Sad Frosty & Billy Marchiafava.
GTFO was produced by Jack Marlow.
Billy Marchiafava & Sad Frosty released GTFO on Fri Jan 18 2019.