Get Lost - Gucci Mane, Birdman, DJ ACE

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to Lord fake niggas he keep

But if I shut down before I wake

I pray to Lord real niggas he take

I told my top to get lost

Cuz I don’t really like ceilings

I told a bitch to get lost

I think I hurt the girl feelings

So I hit the gas and get lost

I hit the thrust and get lost

I’m in that new Rolls Royce

If you don’t like it get lost

Me and my top beefin

So I don’t really wanna see him

They picture man, the flare nigga

And all the kids wanna be him

I told that girl to get lost

Cuz I don’t even like to argue

All this money that I’m makin

They think I’m playing for the Chargers

My jury game is retarded

My car game is exotic

The inside my Maserati

Cuz look like he in the hypnotic

I’m runnin from the paparazzi

But I’m in the Lamborghini

They call me Gucci Debiassi

I think I’m fucking Liberace

I told my top to get lost

Cuz I don’t really like ceilings

I told a bitch to get lost

I think I hurt the girl feelings

So I hit the gas and get lost

I hit the thrust and get lost

I’m in that new Rolls Royce

If you don’t like it get lost

Smoking kush with my boys

I’m a walking weed joyce

They say I fuck on my alarms

I say it back, it’s my choice

Selling dope with my squad

Old school’s in my yard

I got a Chevy so clean

And my goodness so hot

They say it’s getting real hot

So I took off of my top

I got the number one spot

I’m coming down my block

I told my top to get lost

Cuz I don’t really like ceilings

I told a bitch to get lost

I think I hurt the girl feelings

So I hit the gas and get lost

I hit the thrust and get lost

I’m in that new Rolls Royce

If you don’t like it get lost

Dragging from the old school in my new school

Top missing, nigga with my new tool

Same ways with my new juice

Getting money on these young fools

You pay for perfect when you’re big time

You pay for perfect when your sun shine

Harley Davidson, 1100

Nigga know we got them army guns

Big money when we poppin nigga

Overseas when I’m shoppin nigga

Hella choppers when we choppin nigga

Getting money by the mount nigga

Uptown with the swag nigga

300 on the dash nigga

Out the pound full of cash nigga

Nigga first not last nigga

I told my top to get lost

Cuz I don’t really like ceilings

I told a bitch to get lost

I think I hurt the girl feelings

So I hit the gas and get lost

I hit the thrust and get lost

I’m in that new Rolls Royce

If you don’t like it get lost