GET OUT OF OUR FRAME ft. Gemma Nye & God Lyrics

Get the fuck out

Agata

Stanley Milner (Fuck) Library

Gemma Nye

We reading book and reading bitches

Stanley A Milner this is not a fuckin game

Transgender on the Track

God

We tryna party or are we trying to have a fuckin' funeral, let's go

I'm sugar you're aspartame

You're board I'm a video game

You're a stray, I'm a schnauzer

You're a trickle, I'm a shower

You're the last, I'm the first name

Tried to blast, but you can't aim

I'm a runway, I'm rush hour

You run away got no willpower

I'm Brie, you're cheese whiz

I'm automated, you're on the fritz

You're free, while I'm popping up

No bookings, no follow up

You Flee, while I'm in the blitz

You'll never make it on the list

(Girl, you better get the fuck out of the)

I've got gigs, I've got mentions

Just enough to buy extensions

Got new wigs and I'm revved

Up like an engine

I've got gigs, I've got mentions

I know how to make an entrance

Got new wigs and I'm revved

We don't even know your name (Oo oo oo)

But you think you've got some fame (Oo bitch oo oo)

These queens all paint the same

(Youtube)

(Who they paint who they paint)

(Okay Gemma)

Could you get out of our frame

I'm a clown, but you're the fool

If you think I'm ever booking you (No bitch)

I'm serving fish on platter

You're giving goldfish cracker (Crunch)

Who's the problem baby, you or me?

You been carded, this face is my ID

Imitations a form of clownery

But if I looked like you, I'd wanna be me

Brain like God

Booty like Agata (Booty)

Face like Gemma

Will make your man holla

I just got a cheque for a million dollas

Me and all my theys taking trips to the bahamas

I don't know what to say

Bitch get out my frame

You can speak my name

But it won't taste the same

I've got gigs, I've got mentions

Just enough to buy extensions

Got new wigs and I'm revved (Vroom vroom)

Up like an engine

I've got gigs, I've got mentions

We know how to make an entrance

Got new wigs and I'm revved

We don't even know your name

(I've got gigs, I've got mentions)

But you think you've got some fame

(I've got gigs, I've got mentions)

These queens all paint the same

(I've got gigs, I've got mentions)

Could you get out of our frame

(I've got gigs, I've got mentions)

Get the fuck out of our frame

Whipping my Ferrari

Bag's got weed and molly

Just crashed your bugatti

I'm so very sorry

Pardon me like Dolly (Nope)

Oxen free like Olli

Don't forget to at me

When you try miss Godi (Don't try it)

Baddest bitch pulled up on the track

Runnin' triple stacked watch me throw it back stick you like tac

Now get the fuck up out our frame

Cuz we will never know your name

We saw the show bitch pussy too tame

Landing triple axels like Tanya H (Uh)

Thick thighs just like Tanya H (Uh)

Mug look just like Tanya H (Uh)

Fuck a knee cap like Nancy K (Uh)

Just hit capacity so please step out the frame

Agata, Gemma, God these bitches run the game

I've got gigs, I've got mentions

Just enough to buy extensions

Got new wigs and I'm revved (Revved up)

Up like an engine

I've got gigs, I've got mentions

I know how to make an entrance

Got new wigs and I'm revved

We don't even know your name (We don't know it)

(Do you even know your name?)

But You think you've got some fame

These queens all paint the same

(You don't even know our name)

Could you get out of our frame (Bitch, the fuck)

Could you get out of our frame

Stanley A. Milner this shit has me fuckin hot

We're gunna add another 8 bars

And I'm gunna keep rapping freestyle

Let's go uh uh UH UH UH UH