Get TF Out My Face Lyrics – Rich Homie Quan ft. Young Thug

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah, yeah, hey
Got my n!gga Thugga with me
(Hey, could you move please?)
Haha (Shoo, thanks), Rich Homie Baby!

[Pre-Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
Paparazzi trying to take pictures
Tell them folk to get the f**k out my face
(Get the f**k out my face)
I don't f**k with 12
'Cause I heard they be listening to a n!gga conversation
(Motherf**k police)
I f**ked a n!gga b!tch, now he tripping
Better tell him get the f**k out my face
I got it tucked in my jeans and
I got my n!gga Thug with me
And he gone tell you get the f**k out my face

[Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan]
Boy, get the f**k out my face
(Get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my face
(Get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my face
(Please, get the f**k out my face)
Someone get him out my face
(Please, get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my motherf**king face
(Boy, get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my motherf**king face
Please get the f**k out my motherf**king face
(Boy, get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my face

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Hundreds stashed in Robins
(Hundreds stashed in Robins)
I won't tell nobody (I won't tell nobody)
I won't touch your body (I won't touch you, baby)
As* soft as jelly
I'm the real Tony Montana
I got fifty naked b!tches on a banana boat (Wow)
Your jewelry sunny, Young Thugger need loc's
My water heavy, I need me a float (Brr)
He got them birds in the fender bender (Nope)
Thugger let your b!tch suck him up in rentals (Oh)
Call me with the deal like a f**king pickle (Yeah)
I just went platinum like a f**king nickel(Mane)
How the hell you think I won't go? (What?)
How the f**k you feel I ain't go?
Everything I say I stand up to it (What?)
N!gga count M's like he f**king Jewish
I can't read substitute rights (Ayy)
Get the f**k out my face, or else we fight (What?)
I hate that we the next superstar boy (Why?)
If you don't know why tell them, Quan

[Pre-Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
Paparazzi trying to take pictures
Tell them folk to get the f**k out my face
(Get the f**k out my face)
I don't f**k with 12
'Cause I heard they be listening to a n!gga conversation
(Motherf**k police)
I f**ked a n!gga b!tch, now he tripping
Better tell him get the f**k out my face
I got it tucked in my jeans and I got my n!gga Thug with me
And he gone tell you get the f**k out my face

[Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan]
Boy, get the f**k out my face
(Get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my face
(Get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my face
(Please, get the f**k out my face)
Someone get him out my face
(Please, get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my motherf**king face
(Boy, get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my motherf**king face
Please get the f**k out my motherf**king face
(Boy, get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my face

[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan]
Get the f**k out my face unless you owe me some money
(Get back)
Get the f**k out my face, f**k n!gga where the hell
You was at when a n!gga had nothing!
(Where you was at?)
I'm talking when a n!gga he was hustling
(I was hustling)
I'm talking about the pork 'n beans and weenies
I was eating every night before the grubbing
(Before the steak)
I'm talking 'bout a little money I was getting
'Fore eighteen, way before the clubbing
Now I got my sack right, n!gga
Still in the trap house kitchen
Let some of my money come up missing (Fa, fa)
F**k around, slap the sh!t out of all these n!ggas
Trap house bunking got all these pistols
My n!gga Thug wrist broke doing all that whipping
(Whip, whip)
And I got a .44, I ain't gotta call no killer
(Naw, n!gga)
More money, more problems, I can solve that issue
(Let's go)
If it's off my hip I'ma pull that motherf**ker back
Just like a slingshot
And you ain't hold your homie down like you 'posed to(Nah)
'Cause you ain't never even heard of a Green Dot
(You don't know)
He ain't got all that sh!t he say
He ain't 'bout rappers trying to be this way (Haha)
Please boy, I see folks trying to take pictures so I'm like
Hold up, wait, freeze boy

[Pre-Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
Paparazzi trying to take pictures
Tell them folk to get the f**k out my face
(Get the f**k out my face)
I don't f**k with 12
'Cause I heard they be listening to a n!gga conversation
(Motherf**k police)
I f**ked a n!gga b!tch, now he tripping
Better tell him get the f**k out my face
I got it tucked in my jeans and
I got my n!gga Thug with me
And he gone tell you get the f**k out my face

[Chorus: Young Thug & Rich Homie Quan]
Boy, get the f**k out my face
(Get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my face
(Get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my face
(Please, get the f**k out my face)
Someone get him out my face (Please
Get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my motherf**king face
(Boy, get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my motherf**king face
Please get the f**k out my motherf**king face
(Boy, get the f**k out my face)
Please get the f**k out my face

[Outro: Rich Homie Quan]
Paparazzi trying to take pictures
Tell the folk to get the f**k out my face
I don't f**k with 12
'Cause I heard they be listening to a n!gga conversation
I f**ked a n!gga b!tch and I ain't trippin
Better tell him get the f**k out my face
Hey, hey, hey
Get the f**k out my face, yeah
Get the f**k out my face
F**k n!gga, get the f**k out my face
If I don't know you, better get the f**k out my face
Yeah, yeah