Just Gtf In lyrics

[Intro]
I could teach you how to—
n*gga (S-S-S-Solo), n*gga
n*gga, Bo Jackson
(Vino made this sh*t)
n*gga, I feel like Bo Jackson in 1989, n*gga
n*gga

[Chorus]
I can teach you how to work, I can teach you how to spin (I can teach you how to shoot, man)
Don't even say nothin', just get the f*ck in
His brother got cracked, so I'm looking for a—
I was driving and shooting, I knocked off his chin
Lil' brown skin b*tch, I was breaking her in
I'm a youngin' on sh*t, I don't care 'bout no tint
I done made me a name from stopping the whip (Stoppin' it, man)
I really get up close, I be parking that sh*t
I done give me some time, now I'm back in a mix (I'm back, man)
If you want you a name, then come and bend rip
I done caught my first b— with a two-tone smith
I know b*tches on di*k, they ain't want me a kill
Since 2019, I been stepping on sh*t (Uh-huh)
It's 2024, you just get in that whip (What?)
n*ggas down to pop, keep dissing and sh*t
I'm a reckless young n*gga, I'll head-tap a b*tch (Nah, for real)
And I ain't just rapping, I'm standing on sh*t
Cracked a grown man, I'm a man of this sh*t (I'm the man, n*gga)
If I can't score, then I'm passing that b*tch
f*ckin' her from the back, I was trailing that b*tch (I was buckin')
When I heard Blu died, I was laughing and sh*t (Haha)
That sh*t give me thoughts about cash and sh*t (Dumbass n*gga)
But I'm hoppin' in that deep, I was trashin' a b*tch
'Cause if I was dead, that would've worked in the wind
[Post-Chorus]
I can teach you how to work, I can teach you how to spin (I can teach you how to shoot, man)
Don't even say nothin', just get the f*ck in
His brother got cracked, so I'm looking for a—
I was driving and shooting, I knocked off his chin
Lil' brown skin b*tch, I was breaking her in
I'm a youngin' on sh*t, I don't care 'bout no tint
I done made me a name from stopping the whip (Stoppin' it, man)
I really get up close, I be parking that sh*t
I done give me some time, now I'm back in a mix (I'm back, man)
If you want you a name, then come and bend rip
I done caught my first b— with a two-tone smith
I know b*tches on di*k, they ain't want me a kill
Since 2019, I been stepping on sh*t (Uh-huh)
It's 2024, you just get in that whip (What?)
n*ggas down to pop, keep dissing and sh*t
I'm a reckless young n*gga, I'll head-tap a b*tch (Nah, for real)
And I ain't just rapping, I'm standing on sh*t
Cracked a grown man, I'm a man of this sh*t (I'm the man, n*gga)
If I can't score, then I'm passing that b*tch
f*ckin' her from the back, I was trailing that b*tch (I was buckin')
When I heard Blu died, I was laughing and sh*t (Haha)
That sh*t give me thoughts about cash and sh*t (Dumbass n*gga)
But I'm hoppin' in that deep, I was trashin' a b*tch
'Cause if I was dead, that would've worked in the wind
[Outro]
Nah, for real, 'cause if I was dead n*gga—
Nah, for real
That sh*t would've went way worse than it went, n*gga
Nah for real, n*gga
(S-S-S-Solo)
(Vino made this sh*t, n*gga)