42 Dugg, Meek Mill - GTA lyrics

Certain shit I don't need to 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
"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 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
(She acting different-different)
Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin', yeah
Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah (Brr)
Niggas said it ain't no smoke with me
You better leave it there
'Cause every city y'all niggas 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? Nigga
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 bitch
'cause that's what caught him up
Every time you catch me in some shit
It cost 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 (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, bitch
We Audi-ed up
I heard you fucked around, I'm fuckin' now
I like to pass shit
I hit sixty out of sixty-two
I'm talking bad bitches
I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit
I'm five in 'em
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 ask cuz
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
Turn into Mamba when it's drama
I don't pass much
I post dawg and get cutty
I'ma Shaq somethin' (yeah)
And every time we double back
My niggas whack somethin' (yeah)
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"

Who ain't out here eating? Nigga
I can't wait to up it bitch-ass niggas
Free them boys