gta (Explicit)

gta (Explicit) - DDG

Lyrics by：Darryl Granberry, Jr./Trevon Gardner/Tevin Blands

Composed by：Darryl Granberry, Jr./Trevon Gardner/Tevin Blands

Produced by：BeatzbyTaz

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Hmm yeah

Hmm

Okay

I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'

How many M's can I add to my will

Rollie rose gold

I don't really **** with steel

All these niggas fake

But somehow I keep it real yeah

That nigga a *****

He posting guns just for likes

Taking boxing classes

But nobody out here fight

I like ratchet bad *******

Detroit women just my type

Know that pussy out of control

She might make me miss my flight

On the 'net I'm goin' crazy

I can't help but up my price

Nigga think he know me 'cause he see on that site

Rock Balenciaga boots

I'm 6'5 it up my height

Vvs gon' make it bright hundred thousand

That **** light ha

I'm pickin' streamers over rappers

They be boring

I can't chill with 'em yeah

Don't cut my hand off

I can't feel niggas

I can't feel niggas

I'm 6'2 bankroll Crip blue yeah

I be standin' on the money

Just to make me feel bigger ha

I don't let these niggas 'round me

They don't act like us

They don't act like us

These niggas must think they Zoey

They chat too much

Chat too much

And they cap too much

I shoot straps too much baow

I up racks too much ha

My little ***** thick as hell

Ass fat as **** ****

Bottega on my body

Can somebody add me up

Add me up

Hoes love me I'm rich

His and hers for my ***** *****

Glock came with a switch

I'm tryna shoot **** on Twitch ha

If I'm goin' anywhere

You know I'm bringing my blick blick

Play with DDG and we gon' take the stream on a hit

I done seen niggas get rich

And seen niggas snitch ha

In GTA nigga we don't play

I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'

How many M's can I add to my will

Rollie rose gold

I don't really **** with steel

All these niggas fake

But somehow I keep it real yeah

That nigga a *****

He posting guns just for likes

Taking boxing classes

But nobody out here fight

I like ratchet bad *******

Detroit women just my type

Know that pussy out of control

She might make me miss my flight

She know I'm from Pontiac

And she know that's right up the street

She said she gon' ride down 6 mile

To come and **** with me

On the road *****

I can't sit down I gotta stay on my feet

Making hits and that's the stick now

Like running backs and cleats

Niggas knowin' that I'm one-of-one

I don't rap for fun or none

Went to Booby Trap

I can't keep track

I threw a ton of ones

Hit it from the back

But she gon' never meet my son or nothin'

I'm just tryna crack

I ain't got time to fall in love or nothin'

I got a bus full of hoes

What's the ETA

Tryna kill that pussy

But I'm talkin' 'bout in GTA

I got more money than half the niggas in the NBA

Niggas talkin' crazy on the 'net 'til we put B to A

I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'

How many M's can I add to my will

Rollie rose gold

I don't really **** with steel

All these niggas fake

But somehow I keep it real yeah

That nigga a *****

He posting guns just for likes

Taking boxing classes

But nobody out here fight

I like ratchet bad *******

Detroit women just my type

Know that pussy out of control

She might make me miss my flight