GTA (feat. 42 D UGG)

Certain shit I dont even say
Certain shit aint 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, whats the ETA?
****in on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray
Niggas say its up with me, its stuck with me , shit, either way
Watching all you weirdos on the Gram, it aint no need to say
Who the realest in this shit? I took a stance to lead the way
I dont want no smoke with you , I see you, you gon plead your case
Cause my nigga gon go at you, and Im gon tell him, 'Blead the brakes'
Yeah, brand new F&N, it aint no chеckin in
I told the promoter, 'We cant bring thеm drums, then we aint steppin in'
No rollin over, we got lawyer money, dont do no questionin
Magnolia soldier, we gon make it clap, shooters like Stephen and we Warriors
Comin down Collins, bout to **** Story up
Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria
Fly her to Bali, she aint 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 aint no smoke with me, you better leave it there
Cause if I see yall 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 cant see my eyes cause I be pouring up
RIP my young boy, thats Osama, hit my shawty up
Told me never trust a stripper bitch cause thats 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
Thats when he brought me up
Feds came and grabbed him bout them bricks
Thats when he brought me up, aye
I been riding with choppas, aces, Im glad you brought him up
RIP my uncle, free my youngin, bitch we Audied up
I heard you ****ed around, Im *** *in now, I like to pass shit
I had sixty outta sixty-two, Im talking bad bitches
I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit, Im vibin on fast whips
I might go Lamb truck, Im blowing it out if I get jammed up
Them niggas ran, what? Threw his shit back if he ran up
Meek asked cuz, I make it jump then get it gone, nigga ask Bud
I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-Blood
Im half-rapper, whole trapper, I got bad luck
Turned into Mamba when its drama, I dont pass much
I post dawg and get cutty , Ima shack somethin
And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin
I aint been selling too much crack, bitch I got racks comin
Tell my bitch I love her
And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tellthat bitch its **** her
Boy and her are eating, nigga I cant wait to up it
Bitch ass niggas
Free them boys