ฟังเพลงgta (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 n***as fake

But somehow I keep it real yeah

That n***a 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 p***y 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

N***a 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 n***as

I can't feel n***as

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 n***as 'round me

They don't act like us

They don't act like us

These n***as 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

A*s fat as **** ****

Bottega on my body

Can somebody add me up

Add me up

H*es 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 n***as get rich

And seen n***as snitch ha

In GTA n***a 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 n***as fake

But somehow I keep it real yeah

That n***a 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 p***y 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

N***as 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 h*es

What's the ETA

Tryna kill that p***y

But I'm talkin' 'bout in GTA

I got more money than half the n***as in the NBA

N***as 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 n***as fake

But somehow I keep it real yeah

That n***a 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 p***y out of control

She might make me miss my flight