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, yeah, woo Hood nigga, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what's the ETA Fuckin' on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray Niggas 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 nigga 'gon go at you, and I'm 'gon tell him, "Blead 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 and 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 tripping, she on the tour with us Poppin' that pussy, actin' different, she doin' more for us Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin', yeah Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah Niggas said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there 'Cause if I see y'all niggas be poppin' out, I put it even there Yeah, for real Ooh, I turned shorty up Sipping on that 1942, I got my.40 tucked Oh, you got your 42, nigga, I got 40 of 'em I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up RIP my young boy, that's Osama, hit my shawty up Told me never trust a stripper bitch 'cause that's what caught him up Every time you catch me in some shit, it caught 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 Feds came and grabbed him 'bout them bricks That's when he brought me up, aye I been riding with choppas, aces, I'm glad you brought him up RIP my uncle, free my youngin, bitch we Audi'ed up I heard you fucked around, I'm fuckin' now, I like to pass shit I had sixty outta sixty-two, I'm talking bad bitches I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit, I'm vibin' on fast whips I might go Lamb truck, I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up Them niggas ran, what Threw his shit back if he ran up Meek asked cause, I make it jump then get it gone, nigga 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' And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin' I ain't been selling too much crack, bitch I got racks comin' Tell my bitch I love her And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tell that bitch it's fuck her Boy and her are eating, nigga I can't wait to up it Bitch ass niggas Free them boys