G.O.M.F. Lyrics

Hey, hey, I don't even fuck with you Get out my face, no, get out my face

Fake love, I know it's true Get out my face, no, get out my face

Backwoods with Malibu Don't need a chaser I'm getting faded

Niggas is hating I'm getting richer Printing this money, I got a cheese grater

Your bitch is bad, but my bitch is thicker Sucking my dick, she eat nut like a snicker

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fall out of line, make it straight with the clippers

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Counting these bands till my fingers get blistered

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

These hating ass niggas, they stay on my radar

Uh, yeah, uh, hey

I know you niggas is not with the heat

Fuck on your auntie, your mammy, your broad

Call me big stepper ten bands on my feet

The laser, red dot, that's all on my pistol

Ratty ass nigga I call him Stewart Little

Racist white dad I'll go shoot me a nigga

Better play nice got no business with me

Pumped up kids, better run, better run

One in the head another 50 my drum

I ain't no killer, and no I ain't dumb

Smoking that cookie, that's all in my lung

She thinks she a queen, she only a pawn

Claim she a ten, she knows she a one

Shout out my brother, take one for the team

Her boyfriend get mad then it's two versus one

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Counting these bands till my fingers get blistered

Yeah, yeah, yeah

These hating ass niggas, they stay on my radar

Uh, yeah, uh, hey

I know you niggas, it's not what they heat

Fuck on your auntie, your mammy, your broad

Call me big stepper, ten bands on my feet

Polar big dawg, yeah, they calling me Clifford

Back in high school, I was rocking Hilfiger

Got me a bank, now I'm rocking Margiela

Guess I'm still boujee, yeah, that didn't change

Smoking my weed, sipping my drink, half of the bottle I'm filling my tank

Start from the bottom, I'm feeling like Drake

All of my niggas be rubbing off paint

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fall out of line, make it straight with the clippers

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Counting these bands till my fingers get blistered

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

These hating ass niggas, they stay on my radar

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

Lil' bitch on my phone I'll just call her ass later

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't even fuck with you, get out my face

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Niggas showing love, I know that it's fake

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Backwoods and Malibu, I'm getting faded

Uh, yeah, uh, yeah

This shit too easy, I'm taking the cake