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Tyga, Mike Sherm - GFU [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
Mike Sherm
Mike Sherm
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ray Stevenson
Michael Ray Stevenson
Songwriter
Michael Sherman
Michael Sherman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Crook
Mike Crook
Producer
Jay Nari
Jay Nari
Producer
DJ Swish
DJ Swish
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
Samantha Henry
Samantha Henry
Recording Engineer
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Christian "CQ" Quinonez
Recording Engineer
Dillon Brophy
Dillon Brophy
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kingsley the Corgi
Kingsley the Corgi
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Aye, walk up in the party with a Glock in my hand
Yeah, don't pack me down, I ain't sprinting to the van
All the bitches getting free when they walk in with me
When we get in VIP, ain't no talking to me
Bitch, get it understood, understand? Capiche
Yeah, ball like a Sheik and I need me a freak (I need it)
Bad lil' bitch going dumb on this geek
She a asshole, I guess you are what you eat
Three-wheel motion, diamonds in the ocean
**** get seasick looking at the Nautilus
Looking for another bitch, even though I got a bitch
Hundred mill', need it off rap and I'm outta here
Breathe, bitch, breathe, bitch, give me space, bitch
Peel bitch, she on banana going ape shit
Pop one, pop test going spaceship
Moon rock, bitch turn to an alien
[Chorus]
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
She fucked up (She fucked up)
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up)
We fucked up (We fucked up)
Get fucked up (Shut the fuck up)
[Verse 2]
Ha, I'm on my body and I'm stumbling through the lobby
My bitch so hot, turned into a pilot
**** think that I'm slipping, but I still got it (Got it)
No panties on, she ain't even tryna hide it
Come here
I can breathe on a bitch, now the bitch popping (Bitch)
If the bitch start stalking, then the bitch walking (Bitch)
Got a bitch on my stick, tell her mop it
Booted, booted, yeah, I'm booted up
Got a real famous bitch waiting in the cut
If she know what I did, we'd probably be done
It's all fun and games till the bitch kill the fun
Drop a thun-thun on your tongue-tongue (Aye)
Let's spray up, let the molly run
I'm on my way up, I need another one
Can't feel my face 'cause it's too numb
[Chorus]
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
She fucked up (She fucked up)
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up)
We fucked up (We fucked up)
Get fucked up (Shut the fuck up)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, I'm turnt up at a white party
I just chewed on a shroom, now I'm feeling gnarly
You could see it in my eyes, I'm a fucking zombie
I got Gucci on my hoodie, this ain't Abercrombie
Hoes doing molly, getting butt naked
Begging for the dick, here bitch, take it
Treat a skank like my drank, no, I ain't chasin
If the puss smell like water, then I'm finna taste it
Aye, aye, yeah, I'm pumped up
No chill all week, I've been fucked up
Last night, hit the mall on some drunk stuff
Fucked off 10 on the fit, I'ma dumb fuck
Fast life, but the cup got me moving slower
I can't even push the whip, I may need a chauffeur
You ain't tryna swallow cum, why you coming over?
Bitch, stay your ass home if you're staying sober
[Chorus]
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
Get fucked up (Get fucked up)
She fucked up (She fucked up)
I'm fucked up (I'm fucked up)
We fucked up (We fucked up)
Get fucked up (Shut the fuck up)
Written by: Crook Michael Louis, Jason Anthony Wilkinson, Michael Ray Stevenson, Michael Sherman, Samuel Edward Chinedu Ahana
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