GFTO lyrics

[Intro: ghosty punk]
Twenty-four hours
Twenty-four hours (Mm-mm-mm, yeah, uh)
Hundred bands (Uh, yeah, ayy)

[Verse 1 : ghosty punk]
I just wanna break sh*t
Got another car up in the driveway
When they do two, three shots like they don't miss (Pow-pow)
I ain't never bettin' on a high stake
Couldn't you wanna get a little Christian Dior
They don't really make 'em like this anymore
Run it like a three-point shot at the core
Does anybody make real sh*t anymore?
Don't know, ask daddy
Pity, got caught with an addy
Cuts on my body like a rapper with a xanny
Sweet like sugar but she cold like granny
She wanna f*ck me over but she call me daddy
High like a jet, I'm fly as f*ck
This b*tch on my di*k, she bad as f*ck
Pull up in a clown car, honk honk, that's a real bad b*tch
If you wanna get the f*ck out my—

[Chorus: ghosty punk]
Ride, ride, ride (Get the f*ck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the f*ck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
[Verse 2: VXLT]
Yeah I got blood on my cap
I can't f*ck with these fake ass b*tches, stay clear (Stay clear)
Sippin' on that gin so I face my fears (My fears)
Now I'm spittin' fire on my pool boy (Yeah, yeah, yeah), get in, let's go
We on the way to the plug (To the plug, sh*t)
'Cause we runnin' up packages, gave 'em away, sh*t (Nah)
Too many customers wait on my block (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'ma climb to the top, that's flow, b*tch (Yeah, yeah, okay)
Get the f*ck out my ride
Tell you once, I don't switch
Money on me, take it off, I don't do that dogsh*t (Yeah, yeah)
Crystal clear, hope that's crystal clear, I might get in this rap, sh*t (Woah, woah, woah)
Ludicrous, that sh*t ludicrous, so I say get the f*ck out my—

[Chorus: ghosty punk]
Ride, ride, ride (Get the f*ck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the f*ck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the f*ck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)
Ride, ride, ride (Get the f*ck out my—)
Ride, ride, ride (Let's go)