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Get fucked motherfucker, get fucked Taurus
Yak Gotti, get fucked up Hey, ow
Get fucked up Hey
Get fucked up
Get fucked up Ayy, turn the fuck up
Get fucked up Get lit-lit
Get fucked up Ahh
Get—

Verse 1: Yak Gotti
I cannot be saved, I'm back in LA Ayy
They prey on the weak Ayy, I prey on the brave I prey on the brave
Niggas be thinkin' I got this shit made
But I sacrificed a lot of them days A lot of them days
Fuck that, at all of my shows, I want rage Fuck that
Dive in the crowd, you don't catch me Uh
Then I'll go to the back in a daze Back in a daze
Jump and rip your shit out just like a page Jumpin' right on your shit
We ain't like your nigga 'cause my niggas paid Woo
This shit too low, Taurus, turn up the bass This shit, turn it up
Take you a shot to the head, to the face Taurus
Damn, oops, damn, ooh Damn, ooh

Chorus: Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes
Get fucked up Fucked up, take it to the head
Get fucked up Take it to the head
Get fucked up Take it to the head
Get fucked up Take it to the head
Get fucked up Ooh, bitch
Get fucked up Fuck, take it to the head
Get fucked up Ooh, bitch
Get fucked up

Verse 2: Yung Kayo, Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes
I'm slidin' with Yak, we some maniacs
I had to bust at your man so he pay me back Pow
Hop out the Bentley, I brought the Bentayga back
I got a razor, I make your bitch raise her hand
She got a hour with me like I'm Jackie Chan
Rollin' with savages, but I'm not Megan, man Skrrt
I got a drum, my bitch got a stick
No, we not playin' 'cause we is not in a band Bitch
I turn that ten to a hunnid bands
Look who just came in the buildin', man
Fuck on a bitch, I'm not feelin' that
I got a bitch that make my bitches really mad
Damn, I know that it's true
Damn, why won't you give me the scoop
Damn, I got a Birkin bitch, too Slatt
Damn, YSL high as a moon
Damn, oops, damn, ooh, damn, oops, damn, ooh Yeah

Chorus: Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes
Get fucked up Bitch, take it to the head
Get fucked up Okay, take it to the head
Get fucked up Yeah, take it to the head
Get fucked up Yeah, take it to the head
Get fucked up Yeah, yeah, take it to the head
Get fucked up Yeah, yeah, take it to the head
Get fucked up Bitch
Get fucked up
Get fucked up

Verse 3: Sheck Wes
Smoke is around every day
How do you know I'm not Hol' on, hol' on
Hold on, I'm not ready Yeah
Hold on, I'm not ready
Smokin' that Mild and it's keepin' me deadie Bitch
Switchin' my flows and I'm stealin' your lady Yeah
Fuck on your Boop, turn her to a Betty
Call up the troops, my bombs get deaded
Call up the crew, my primes get regular
No brakes Ow, fuck her from the back and the face Okay
Jump outta my cars like a tank Uh, yeah
I spit on every occasion Yeah
All of my bitches look Blasian, Tokyo
Jumpin' off where the change is
Bitch, I'm fucked up Yeah

Chorus: Yak Gotti, Sheck Wes, Yak Gotti & Sheck Wes
Get fucked up Ooh-ooh, fucked up, bitch
Get fucked up Yeah, fucked up
Get fucked up Okay, fucked up, ow, take it to the head
Get fucked up Yeah, take it to the head
Get fucked up Yeah, yeah
Get fucked up Bitch, take it to the head
Get fucked up Ooh

Outro: Yak Gotti
Ayy, start a mosh pit, a made, a raid, or however you say that shit
Get turned the fuck up in this motherfucker
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Do your dance, hey, hey
Or do whatever the fuck you wanna do
Just throw the middle fingers up
Put the fuckin' cameras in the air, do somethin'
Yeah, y'all just standing there looking crazy and shit
Turn the fuck up, hey
Hey, lil' bit'