Get Out Video (MV)

Get the f*ck out my face hoe
Get the f*ck out my face hoe
Drive in the Coupe switch lanes. hoe
You know I'm gettin the bag, hoe
You know I'm pullin with macs in the bag and got shooters that comin with straps in they hand
Get the f*ck out my face
Get the f*ck out my face

Get the f*ck out my face and shit
I'm the realest killer
Michael in this bitch
Myers, call in the choir
Myers, call the Messiah
Jesus, Christ the second coming in the order of the masses watch em crumble
I am in my zone just like my name Mutumbo
I am gettin bread just like I came from nothin
Drop top, drop top, drop top, drop top, drop top, drop top
Serve in the lane while she giving me brain yeah they all give me top top
Want that 4 door whip with 4 bad bitches, whipping it
They be talkin stupid shit but they be really gettin it
They all want the fame they all in the game
They all yell my name
They callin, ballin
Ball like I'm Kobe
Ball with the 6 speed
Ride with the top down
F*ck the public
We just be on our ruthless shit
They just be on they groupie shit
Champagne
Shampoo
Shamoo my neck wet like

Get the f*ck out my face hoe
Get the f*ck out my face hoe
Drive in the Coupe switch lanes. hoe
You know I'm gettin the bag, hoe
You know I'm pullin with macs in the bag and got shooters that comin with straps in they hand
Get the f*ck out my face
Get the f*ck out my face

We know we rockin we know it's game time
When we step in the building we all got our shine
Like we rollin with quarters we all got our dimes
Dropping dimes on the court like we Magic at 9
8 bottles to ya face
7 bitches make it spray
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, I'm not the one you should run to, like
Mind flow like 0 to 82
Like my ride I'm on my rendezvous
On my shit like call a cop or two
Drop top drip just like a faucet do
Spinnin this shit I tornado the game
Get out my way or you playin with death
Talk to me nice cuz I'm playin with fame
Smell like fabreeze cuz I'm feelin so fresh

Get the f*ck out my face hoe
Get the f*ck out my face hoe
Drive in the Coupe switch lanes. hoe
You know I'm gettin the bag, hoe
You know I'm pullin with macs in the bag and got shooters that comin with straps in they hand
Get the f*ck out my face
Get the f*ck out my face

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