GTG lyrics

[Intro]
Come on, baby, let's go get another f*cking stain
Beat them-beat them with the chain, feelin' good up in the rain
Thera-therapy, I'll be killing b*tches 'til the end of me
Choking on your words, tell you when it's gonna hurt
I'ma break your heart, Freddie gonna make you f*ckin' split ap—
What the f*ck was that, Freddie?
Get up-get up-get up-get up-get up, b*tch

[Verse]
Consequences heavy, are you b*tches ready?
Step into my Chevy, aimin' very steady
Calm down, you ain't scared now
You accept your fate, you can't relate, you bow down
Stop that b*tchin' sh*t, you never know who got the clip
Aimin' at yo' head, dead, gonna put your ass to bed
Night, night, b*tch, you's a light b*tch
Freddie right, b*tch, murk a f*ckin' snitch
Rest in peace, mane, take a load off
Cold in your damn grave, I think I got a cough
sh*t, I'm sick, I got it from your blood
These b*tches always try to f*ck with me, I'm in the mud
Let's try to sort that out, I promise you I will go easy
Your carcass f*ckin' freezing, trickin' you, it was so easy

[Chorus]
I don't want a b*tch or a ho, I think you just got to go
Meet me at the corner sto', gonna leave you wantin' mo'
Little suckers always comin' up to me
What you tryna say? You little b*tch, I'll end yo' day
I don't want a b*tch or a ho, I think you just gotta go
Meet me at the corner sto', gonna leave you wantin' mo'
Little suckers always comin' up to me
What you tryna say? You little b*tch, I'll end yo' day