Discover the poetic beauty in ‘F**k Out My Face’ by A$Ton Matthews. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$Ton Matthews or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Get the f*ck out of my face
Get the f*ck out of my face
Get the f*ck out my motherfucking, face
Get the f*ck out my motherfucking, face
Get the f*ck out my motherfucking, face
Get the f*ck out my motherfucking, face
Get the f*ck out my motherfucking, face
Get the f*ck out my motherfucking, face
Who’s Dr. Greenthumb, anybody seen him
Not another white bitch, time for a re-run
Need some green sum, seen some homie
Send you a ton but I keep some homie
King of Queen, the kind you blaze
Whole team on lean on Pisa sway
I’m ghetto and the pump got a critter on splatter
Have another hit but I want to hit the shatter
Dabbing all night really got me faded
Take a hit of my shit feel upgraded
Twist that shit like your weave got braided
Chilling in the palm trees feeling real shaded
Pass that shit like a deadly virus
She want to hit, that’s Miley Cyrus
Hit it so hard, my god, she likes this
Change that chick’s name to Miley Cypress
A$AP Ferg, A$AP mobbin’
Bitches on my ball sack wanna nigga martian
And a Miss America, picking any target
Bitch give me long neck like an ostrich
Aston Matthews in an Aston Marton, driving retarded
Sipping on that Crissy cause a nigga really ballin’
Headed to the telly with a bunch of Kelly Clarksons
They love that I’m from Harlem, they love to see a broad
And another broad and kiss and massage ’em
Give them booty shots might Nicki Minaj ’em
Dont let ’em get me hard then
Tell they freind give me jaws like a shark fin
You’ll play Halle Berry in Monster Ball and
I’ll be trap lord Billy Bob Thorton
Oh, shit, who let these Hulk Hogan hoes in with nose and chest open
That water hoes got us sipping, that molly may got us dripping
I get that A$AP, A$AP, take naps from the K clap, I’ll bring it
Where you lay at, gang colder than face off, you don’t want to face that
Got these hoes dripping out the four socks, 44’s get the 4’s off
Four boats so the hoes drop, that rose gold keep it don’t stop
Haaan, molly party, molly party, them bitches know
It’s a molly party, dodging cases cause I’m dropping bodies
#1 Stunna, Camoflage Hummer, nose job had to paint white for the summer
I’m a hit stick drummer, heavy weight Triple H Hall of Fame head hunter
Minivan gram Van Dam hand in hand in the Trans-Am
Choppas are test tap dance, Hammer time Ham dance, put that pussy on a hand stand
Get the f*ck out my motherfucking, face
Get the f*ck out my motherfucking, face
Get the f*ck out my motherfucking, face
Get the f*ck out my motherfucking, face
Better get the f*ck out my face with all that
Or get a broken beat down with a baseball bat
Fergs said call a nigga A$AP back
Oh, just looking for his baseball bat
I’m a thug with a baseball cap
Got a bad bitch slim waist from the back
Ass ain’t fat but her face all that
Oh, she like to f*ck in my baseball cap
I’mma CBGB crazy bald head grimy bastard
You a BGGB,bitch that’s gonna get blasted
So don’t set trip cause I love to trip, my niggas trip, acid
I don’t give a f*ck if it’s fake or real, those titties coulda been plastic)
Official Nast’ my gangs official
Mad faced niggas with anger issues
Hundred mad niggas got a gang of pistols, blaow
Now how the f*ck can a stranger miss you
(My whole set ganged up, play your self get ya banged up
Suicide you get hanged up, she done f*ck the crew she got ganged up)
Get the f*ck out my mothafuckin’ face
Or pull the heat out my mothafuckin’ waist
(Get the f*ck out my mothafuckin’ face
Or pull the strap out my mothafuckin’ waist)
Get the f*ck out my mothafuckin’ face
Get the f*ck out my mothafuckin’ face