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[Intro] Not safe [Verse 1: Tyga] Ayy, walk up in the party with a Glock in my hand, yeah Don’t pack me down, I ain’t sprinting to the van, yeah All the b!tches getting free when they walk in with me, woah When we get in VIP, ain’t no talking to me, yeah B!tch, get it understood, understand? Capiche Yeah, ball like a Sheik and I need me a freak (I need it) Bad lil’ b!tch going dumb on this geek, yeah She a a$$hole, I guess you are what you eat (Ha) Three-wheel motion (Ayy), diamonds in the ocean (Ayy) N!ggas get seasick looking, at the Nautilus, yeah Looking for another b!tch, even though I got a b!tch (Got it) Hundred mil’, need it off rap and I’m outta here (Phew) Breathe, b!tch, breathe, b!tch, give me space, b!tch (Ha-ha-ha, ha, ha) Peel b!tch, she on banana going ape s*it (Ha-ha-ha, ha, ha) Pop one, pop test going spaceship (Ha-ha-ha, ha, ha) Moon rock, b!tch turn to an alien (Ha-ha-ha, ha, ha) [Chorus: Tyga] Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up, ha, ha) Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up) Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up, ayy) Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up, b!tch) She fu*ked up (She fu*ked up) I’m fu*ked up (I’m fu*ked up) We fu*ked up (We fu*ked up, yeah) Get fu*ked up (Shut the fu*k up, ha) [Verse 2: Tyga] I’m on my body and I’m stumbling through the lobby, woah My b!tch so hot, turned into a pilot, woah N!ggas think that I’m slipping, but I still got it (Got it) No panties on, she ain’t even tryna hide it Mm I can breathe on a b!tch, now the b!tch popping (B!tch) If the b!tch start stalking, then the b!tch walking (B!tch) Got a b!tch on my stick, tell her mop it Booted (Booted), booted (Booted), yeah, I’m booted up (Booted) Got a real famous b!tch waiting in the cut (Wait for me) If she know what I did, we’d probably be done (Ha) It’s all fun and games ’til the b!tch kill the fun (Ayy) Drop a thun-thun (Ayy) on you tongue-tongue, woah Let’s spray up, let the molly run On my way up, I need another one Can’t feel my face ’cause it’s too numb [Chorus: Tyga] Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up) Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up, woah) Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up, ayy, ayy) Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up, ayy, ayy) She fu*ked up (She fu*ked up) I’m fu*ked up (I’m fu*ked up) We fu*ked up (We fu*ked up) Get fu*ked up (Shut the fu*k up, woah) [Verse 2: Mike Sherm] Yeah, I’m turnt up, at a white party I just chewed on a shroom, now I’m feeling gnarly You could see it in my eyes, I’m a fu*king zombie I got Gucci on my hoodie, this ain’t Abercrombie Hoes doing molly, getting butt naked Begging for the d!ck, here b!tch, take it Treat a skank like my drank, no, I ain’t chasing If the puss smell like water, then I’m finna taste it Ayy, ayy, yeah, I’m pumped up No chill, all week, I’ve been fu*ked up Last night hit the mall on some drunk stuff Fu*ked off ten on the fit, l’ma dumb fu*k Fast life but the cup got me moving slower I can’t even push the whip, I may need a chauffeur You ain’t tryna swallow cum, why you coming over? B!tch, stay your ass home if you’re staying sober [Chorus: Tyga] Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up) Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up) Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up, ayy) Get fu*ked up (Get fu*ked up, b!tch) She fu*ked up (She fu*ked up) I’m fu*ked up (I’m fu*ked up) We fu*ked up (We fu*ked up) Get fu*ked up (Shut the fu*k up, woah). GFU lyrics – Tyga : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com