GTFU

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA] Get the fuck up (Brrt, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow) Huh (Nigga) Get the fuck up (Wow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow) Uh, fuck boy, get the fuck up Get up off yo' ass, nigga (Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow) Ahh, damn, get the fuck up (Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow) [Verse 1: Cakes Da Killa] Disenfranchised, screamin' yup in my white tee Me not gettin' to the money, unlikely Somethin' cocky, the stiffest dicks couldn't top me Fuck that cute shit, all the subbin' don't excite me Rather get my nails done, sip on somethin' icy Catch me out in Sydney, sippin' on a iced tea Always on the hustle, ain't no time for the link up Readjust my rhythm so these listeners can keep up How I give you clout, you turn around and try to son me Bitch, I made a way for you faggots to get your money Minked in the winter, mesh crop when it's sunny Can't afford to act funny when you gettin' to the money Gettin' too close, please don't touch I ain't say "Simon says," nigga, please back up (Back up) Passport stuntin', you MTA bummin' Don't address the fuckin' judge unless I hit you with a summons [Verse 2: Ritchie with a T] Check it, yo, what's up, nigga? Simon says door's open, donut the truck, nigga Tuck in your chain, throw 'bows in the function If a nigga ain't like it, tell him, "Back up, nigga" Yuh, get back, nigga I ain't really fuckin' with none of these rap niggas We be bumpin' yo' shit, sittin', just fact-checkin' We be bumpin' yo' shit, sittin just laugh, nigga I don't wanna be that nigga Shit, I ain't gonna be that nigga Shit changed, they don't wanna see that nigga You like Stacey Dash on BET, my nigga If you pray, can you pray for these niggas? And if you don't, can you pour one out for these niggas? Simon says, "Get your own sound, lil' nigga" All these cover bands lookin' like clowns, lil' nigga [Bridge: Ritchie with a T] Everywhere we go I ain't trippin', I ain't playin' with y'all I ain't trippin', I ain't playin' with y'all niggas I ain't sittin', I ain't politicin', hatin' on y'all I ain't really go on wait on y'all niggas Y'all be rippin', ain't no real innovatin' involved I ain't, I ain't hatin' on y'all, just had to tell you niggas 'bout it [Verse 3: Stepa J. Groggs] Some of y'all take off fast, but forget distance This a marathon, not a sprint, there's a big difference Way too quick to react, save that for Quint Got the game upset like the '04 Pistons Fuck it, mask on, I'm so ready to rip 'em I ain't pourin' out shit, but I will take a shot for 'em Shit, your mans talkin' bad like this is not for him Tell that shit to your mans then, not forums I ain't got to say we hot, let the fans do it Try to pass on us, you shoulda ran, stupid Malcolm Butler on that ass, interceptin' trash I told y'all, a box in the sand won't ever last No, for real, no, for real I really, I really tried to tell these niggas too, that's what's funny Malcolm Butler on that ass, interceptin' trash I told y'all, a box in the sand won't ever last [Outro: JPEGMAFIA] (Yeah, all these [?]) Get the– get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck– get the fuck up Get the fuck– get the fuck up Get the fuck– get the fuck– get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck– get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the– get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck up