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gtf official - boyband lyrics

[verse 1: perkdaddy]
better watch the door gtf gonna explore
our boundaries ignore the bounties on our head
cause we’re wanted by the county
shot with lead and i said you don’t want us dead
instead shoot the others we your brothers
we’re not like those other pigs
we don’t sing for little b-tches
we don’t sing at all we spit
we commit and we’re kinda d-cks
but we kick you we command
we the boyband of our generation
our music will be castrated while the others evaporated
this is better stated you f-ckers are overrated
prepared to be dated sh-t with our latest hits
my faintest memory is your bits
can’t stand this dog sh-t
kinda sick in their head
other boys prepare to be fed
your last supper rest in peace you mother f-ckers

[verse 2: dub-k]
man, you know i been on this mic a few times
but i ain’t never spit sh-t like this
so take a seat and i’ll bust this fat for you
boybands make me bust gtf hittin’ the thrust
please give us your trust that the rhymes are so juicy
like the -ss of gary busey
we ain’t fake like timberlake for p-n-s sake
we just some boys with the fire beats
we in the sink while the others sink to the bottom of the barrel
your sh-t got sterile it ain’t sh-t no more
go hide some wh-r-s cause there’ll be no b-tches on your d-ck
when we’re riding to town on my stick
too much for you to understand
well let’s get more simplistic you’re done
you’ve had your fun
so get on your knees and suck my d-ck, hun

[verse 3: tw33t]
i heard mason, casey, and riley are making a rap group
they’re chickens that i’ll have to coup
like a bird i need to swoop
down to the ground meet them face-to-face
they all need to brace they need to know their place
casey how are you in drama
i’ve never seen you act
well, i’ve seen you act dumb
i’d rather be friends with some aluminum
any of us could play you like a drum
and, casey, i’m done
mason you should’ve played piggy
cause you have some fat t-tties
never gonna f-ck won’t get them fat rolls tucked
riley may be the most competent of them all
and riley, you’re gonna be the last one to fall
you’re in weights trynna get thick
but you look like a f-cking twig
riley you supreme b-tch gonna drop you in a ditch
now then, can we all still be bros?
just kidding, you b-tches the foes

[verse 4: slim f-cka]
ay looking all around and all that i see-ah
is sh-tty boybands from south korea
now lemme ask you something and it’s just an idea
why don’t you listen to music that doesn’t sound like diarrhea
an-yŏng ay suck my dong ay
yo, they an economy while we’re flying first cl-ss
they stuck in neutral while we’re flooring the gas
man they can’t afford weed while we’re smoking that gl-ss
you think they’re better?
i k-pop a cap in your -ss
you can’t beat geocachers that f-ck
bet your bts stands for b-tches that suck
you gotta make decision
but it’s easy to choose it
from where would you rather pick up your rap music?
a country that’s united and continues to thrive
or a country that’s been split in half since 1945? ay

[verse 5: synapse]
i love harry styles
so crank them volume dials
heading one direction
all she want’s affection
blowing like a pinwheel
so why then i’m soft still?
attire’s stripes and beanies
mama always said eat my greenies
my boys and i gettin swole
dub-k don’t obey his parole
crash a new party event
don’t mind me, it’s my intellect
ay crank this sh-t out in a light year
tinnitus in my ear
i hate on all my peers
vince, don’t be a square
look at my new career
you think you a phenomenon
i didn’t ask, so get gone (woo)

- gtf official lyrics

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