Juice WRLD, Gunna - GTA lyrics

One hit feel like I hit the lotto (Lotto)
I could fuck your mom, though
Rollie on me, cost a car note (Ring)
Pull up on the scene like a car show (Skrrt)
Bitch tried to scan like a barcode (yeah)
You're like Nemo
He a grinch that stole that Lilo
(Skrt, yeah)

Fresh to death, halo (Huh)
Codeine in my fuego (Ya dig, huh)
Bad lil' bitch, hello (Ya dig, huh)
What's her tone? Yellow (Hey, huh)
Backwoods, cigarillos (yeah)
I smoke a zip of Gelato (Dope, yeah)
Fendi's cost your car note (Cash)
That's a Monte Carlo (Skrrt skrrt)

Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Brick like I'm El Chapo (Bricks, ya dig?)
Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Skrt, yeah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo
(Bricks bricks, ya dig?)

I'ma gon' fuck yo' bitch, send
Her back over there, yeah
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
VVS on my wrist, it look like a solar flare
Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shoot a fuck nigga in the face
What, huh, like I don't care, yeah
(Blaow blaow, grah) got yo' bitch walkin' in
Dior underwear, yeah, yeah
(Lil' ho) had to put drip on her (yeah)
She top me up, ain't wanna fuck
She had a fish odor (Sloppy top)
Diamonds so big on my wrists
Bitch like a wrist boulder (Like a wrist)
She gon' fuck me first
Why? Because my wrist colder
(Ya dig? Freeze freeze freeze)
Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of dead pres' (yeah, huh)
On my wrist a Rollie
Try to take it you a dead man (Shine, drop)
Yo' lil' bitch a trophy
I'm just tryna fuck her (Shine, yeah)
You be tryna cock block
You should be a goalie (Huh)

Fresh to death, halo
Codeine in my fuego (yeah)
Bad lil' bitch, hello (Ring)
What's her tone? Yellow (yeah)
Backwoods, cigarillos (Smoke, yeah)
I smoke a zip of Gelato (Zip, yeah)
Fendi's cost your car note (Cash)
That's a Monte Carlo (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Bricks, ya dig?)
Feel like I hit the lotto (yeah, Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (yeah, skrrt)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Ring)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo
(Bricks bricks bricks, ya dig?)

Ya dig show night at the Apollo (Apollo)
I done went push start auto (Auto)
Paint the hellcat marshmallow (Marshmallow)
I smoke backwoods woods, not a 'rello
(not a 'rello)
I'm talking to the money, say hello (Hello)
Young Gunna really came out the ghetto
(The ghetto)
Got some bitches and they do what I say so
(Say so) crazy but it's true
I don't play games like Halo (Like Halo)
It's hard to stop drinking juice
Rest in peace to Fredo
My niggas pull up and shoot
Raid your shit like mayo (Like mayo)
Walking around and shoot
With a deuce and a faygo (Deuce and a faygo)
Bitch so bad
I flew her and her friends to Barbados
(Barbados)
Just so we can go shopping and chill
And lay low (Lay low)
Brand new Chanel White friends
I feel like Fabo (Feel like Fabo)
Swervin' 'round in that new Benz
I feel like Herbo (Feel like Herbo)

Fresh to death, halo codeine in my fuego
Bad lil' bitch, hello
What's her tone? Yellow
Backwoods, cigarillos
I smoke a zip of Gelato
Fendi's cost your car note
That's a Monte Carlo

Feel like I hit the lotto
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Ya dig?)
Feel like I hit the lotto (Skrrt)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Skrrt)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (yeah)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Ya dig?)