GTA (feat. 42 Dugg)

Certain shit I don't even say

Certain shit ain't no need to say

Yeah, big chasers, big chasers

Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

Hood ****, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA

Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what's the ETA?

Fuckin' on this oiled light skin bitch, look like Lisa Ray

**** say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, shit, either way

Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say

Who the realest in this shit? I took a stance to lead the way

I don't want no smoke with you, I see you, you gon' plead your case

'Cause my **** gon' go at you and I'm gon' tell him bleed the brakes

Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain't no checkin' in

I told the promoter we can't bring them drums, then we ain't steppin' in

No rollin' over, we got lawyer money, don't do no questionin'

Magnolia soldier, we gon' make it clap, shooters like Stephen, we Warriors

Comin' down Collins, 'bout to fuck story up

Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria

Fly her to Bali, she ain't trippin', she on the tour with us

Poppin' that pussy, actin' different, she doin' more for us (She actin' different-different)

Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin', yeah

Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah

**** said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there

'Cause if I see y'all **** be poppin' out, I put it even there, for real

I turned shorty up

Sippin' on that 1942, I got my .40 tucked

Oh, you got your .40, too? ****, I got forty of 'em

I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pourin' up

RIP my young boy, that's Osama, hit my shorty up

Told me never trust a stripping bitch 'cause that's what caught him up

Every time you catch me in some shit, it cost like four and up

Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so shit, we tore it up

Feds came and grabbed you 'bout them bricks, that's when he brought me up (Yeah, yeah)

(Feds came and grabbed him 'bout them bricks, that's when he brought me up)

I been ridin' with choppas, aces, I'm glad you brought him up

RIP my uncle, free my youngin', bitch we Audi'd up

I heard you fucked around, I'm fuckin' now, I like to pass shit

I had sixty out of sixty-two, I'm talkin' bad bitches

I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit

I'm vibin' on fast whips, I might go Lamb' truck

I'm blowin' it out if I get jammed up, them **** ran, what?

Threw his shit back if he ran up, Meek ask cuz

I make it jump then get it gone, ****, ask Bud

I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-blood

I'm half-rapper, whole-trapper, I got bad luck

Turned into Mamba when it's drama, I don't pass much

I post dawg and get cutty, I'ma shack somethin' (Yeah)

And every time we double back, my **** whack somethin' (Yeah)

I ain't been selling too much crack, bitch I got racks comin'

Tell my btich I love her

And if you catch her cheatin', ****, tell that bitch it's "fuck her"

Boy and her are eating, ****, I can't wait to up it

Bitch-ass ****

Free them boys