Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GTA, artist - Meek Mill. Album song QUARANTINE PACK, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Maybach
Song language: English
GTA |
| 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 |