CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : GTA
Certain sh*t I don't need to say
Certain sh*t ain't no need to say
Yeah, big chasers, big chasers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Hood n***a, choppa to the jet, sh*t like GTA
Fly them hoes out, send a Caddy, what's the ETA?
F**kin' on this oiled lightskin b*t*h, look like Lisa Ray
N***as say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, sh*t, either way
Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say
Who the realest in this sh*t? 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 n***a 'gon go at you, and I'm 'gon tell him, "Bleed the brakes" (Brr)
Yeah, brand new F and N, it ain't no checkin' in
I told the promoter, "Wе can't bring them drums, then we ain't stеppin' 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 f**k Story up
Wake up in Cali, bad b*t*h, Waldorf Astoria
Fly her to Bali, she ain't tripping, she on the tour with us
Poppin' that pu**y, actin' different, she doin' more for us (She acting different-different)
Big racks, we got that b*t*h tweakin', yeah
Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah (Brr)
N***as said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there
'Cause every city y'all n***as be poppin' out, I put it even there, for real
Ooh (Brr-brr), I turned shorty up
Sipping on that 1942, I got my .40 tucked
Oh, you got your .40 too? N***a, I got 40 of 'em
I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up
RIP my young boy, Dex Osama, hit my shawty up
Told me never trust a stripping b*t*h 'cause that's what caught him up
Every time you catch me in some sh*t, it cost like four and up
Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so sh*t, 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, ayy)
I been riding with choppas ever since, I'm glad you brought him up
RIP my uncle, free my youngin, b*t*h, we Audi-ed up
I heard you f**ked around, I'm f**kin' now, I like to pa** sh*t
I hit sixty out of sixty-two, I'm talking bad b*t*hes
I talk cash sh*t, I like to crash sh*t, I'm five in 'em
Fast whips, I might go Lamb' truck
I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up, them n***as ran, what?
Threw his sh*t back if he ran up, Meek ask cuz
I make it jump then get it gone, n***a, ask Bud
I got his b*t*h singing my songs and she half-Blood
I'm half-rapper, whole-trapper, I got bad luck
Turn into Mamba when it's drama, I don't pa** much
I post dawg and get cutty, I'ma Shaq somethin' (Yeah)
And every time we double back, my n***as whack somethin' (Yeah)
I ain't been selling too much crack, b*t*h, I got racks comin'
Tell my b*t*h I love her
And if you catch her cheating, n***a, tell that b*t*h it's "F**k her"
Who ain't out here eating? N***a, I can't wait to up it
B*t*h-a** n***as
Free them boys
Certain sh*t ain't no need to say
Yeah, big chasers, big chasers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Hood n***a, choppa to the jet, sh*t like GTA
Fly them hoes out, send a Caddy, what's the ETA?
F**kin' on this oiled lightskin b*t*h, look like Lisa Ray
N***as say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, sh*t, either way
Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say
Who the realest in this sh*t? 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 n***a 'gon go at you, and I'm 'gon tell him, "Bleed the brakes" (Brr)
Yeah, brand new F and N, it ain't no checkin' in
I told the promoter, "Wе can't bring them drums, then we ain't stеppin' 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 f**k Story up
Wake up in Cali, bad b*t*h, Waldorf Astoria
Fly her to Bali, she ain't tripping, she on the tour with us
Poppin' that pu**y, actin' different, she doin' more for us (She acting different-different)
Big racks, we got that b*t*h tweakin', yeah
Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah (Brr)
N***as said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there
'Cause every city y'all n***as be poppin' out, I put it even there, for real
Ooh (Brr-brr), I turned shorty up
Sipping on that 1942, I got my .40 tucked
Oh, you got your .40 too? N***a, I got 40 of 'em
I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up
RIP my young boy, Dex Osama, hit my shawty up
Told me never trust a stripping b*t*h 'cause that's what caught him up
Every time you catch me in some sh*t, it cost like four and up
Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so sh*t, 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, ayy)
I been riding with choppas ever since, I'm glad you brought him up
RIP my uncle, free my youngin, b*t*h, we Audi-ed up
I heard you f**ked around, I'm f**kin' now, I like to pa** sh*t
I hit sixty out of sixty-two, I'm talking bad b*t*hes
I talk cash sh*t, I like to crash sh*t, I'm five in 'em
Fast whips, I might go Lamb' truck
I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up, them n***as ran, what?
Threw his sh*t back if he ran up, Meek ask cuz
I make it jump then get it gone, n***a, ask Bud
I got his b*t*h singing my songs and she half-Blood
I'm half-rapper, whole-trapper, I got bad luck
Turn into Mamba when it's drama, I don't pa** much
I post dawg and get cutty, I'ma Shaq somethin' (Yeah)
And every time we double back, my n***as whack somethin' (Yeah)
I ain't been selling too much crack, b*t*h, I got racks comin'
Tell my b*t*h I love her
And if you catch her cheating, n***a, tell that b*t*h it's "F**k her"
Who ain't out here eating? N***a, I can't wait to up it
B*t*h-a** n***as
Free them boys
