gmfu (extended version)

By MARCO PLUS

On MARCO PLUS vs. tha Underworld

Released on August 14, 2025

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[Part I]


[Intro]

Yeah, nigga, ayy

Ah, ah (What time it is?)

Southside villain, (It's 2:40 right now) ah

(Keep all this in there, too) Ayy, spot on

Yeah (Yeah), ayy (Uh)

Yeah, ayy (Yeah)

Uh, ayy

Yeah, uh, okay


[Chorus]

I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad

Nigga really got me fucked up

Nigga really got me fucked up

I just be mindin' my business, my nigga

I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad

Nigga really got me fucked up

Nigga really got me fucked up (Ayy)

I just be mindin' my business, my nigga


[Verse]

Ironic how the niggas with dreams don't get a lot of sleep

I get this rap paper and shop for peace to stop the grief

Still in the hood, matter of fact, I live on the hottest street

Where guys arе beefin', straight bullets will hit your partner cheek

This shit get wickеd, whenever I step outside, I cop a piece

Before I go out like a bitch, I let my Glock release

Leave opps deceased, I'm duckin' the rain shower

The bang sound will blow your eardrum, but the pain louder

I can't cower

It's smoke in the air and the strain sour

Keep Palo Santo in my bedroom

I light it and I manifest that I don't end up dead soon

Paranoid, I can't help it, been this way since a youngin'

Nigga play get to gunnin', get to gunnin', bitch, its nothin'

I can't go out like a lame, on the gang, I'ma bang

I'm Sincere like Nas from Belly until the clip clear, huh

'Cause it ain't problems I'm chasin', but I put my life over yours

I swear you not finna take it, on God


[Chorus]

I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad

Nigga really got me fucked up

Nigga really got me fucked up

I just be mindin' my business, my nigga

I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad

Nigga really got me fucked up

Nigga really got me fucked up

I just be mindin' my business, my nigga


[Verse 2]

Ridin' with heaters and rebels, dodgin' the demons and devils

I got my feet to the pedal, just tryna get through the underworld

I smell blood in the air, tension as thick as a southern girl

These young niggas with switches send your clique to the other world

These vests just ain't gon' cut it these days

The Glock commence the hood olympics

Bust it in the air and start a fuckin' relay

Outside, on my side, it look like fuckin' D-Day

So many high speeds, this shit sound like a fuckin' speed way

Niggas merciless, just murder shit, no peacin' up or truce

If we work through shit and learn from shit, they see it as excuse

Like niggas pussy

Got you standin' on some shit that don't mean much

Now niggas got smoke, they take your clique and roll a mean blunt

And I ain't tryna be on the wrong side of the session

A long rifle protected from powers that's tryna cut off the strong light I was blessed with

No disrespect is tolerated, turn niggas to trauma patients

Just tryna say that—


[Chorus]

I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad

Nigga really got me fucked up

Nigga really got me fucked up

I just be mindin' my business, my nigga

I ain't goin' out bad, I ain't goin' out sad

Nigga really got me fucked up

Nigga really got me fucked up

I just be mindin' my business, my nigga


[Part II]


[Verse]

Ayy, nigga playin' crazy 'til you pull up to his crib

He was tryna fight, then caught a bullet to his rib

I can't tell a lie, no, I can't never tell a fib

We die the way we die because we live the way we live

Magazine full of .556s, these niggas huntin'

Catch that boy in the driveway, kill him like it was nothin'

High speeds on the highway, tell lil' shawty to flush it

Give a fuck if I die today, niggas knew I would bust it

Young nigga, been reckless as hell since sixth grade

All he knew was the law of the land, get paid and shoot if a jit played

These niggas is bitch-made

Did his dirt by his lonely 'cause niggas had snitch ways

Keep the heat like the summer, be stone-cold like the winter

Don't fall for the set up, shawty, that shit for the beginners

We spend our whole life just get the illegal tender

Keep the fire on our hip, so he remember, nigga

I ain't goin' out bad


[Outro]

Uh, ayy

Niggas really got me fucked up

Yeah