GTA Songtext

von Meek Mill, 42 Dugg

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"GTA" ist ein Song von Meek Mill, der die Atmosphäre und das Lebensgefühl von Grand Theft Auto (GTA), einem beliebten Vi...

Certain sh- I don't even say
Certain sh- ain't no need to say
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

Hood n-, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA
Fly them h- out, send a caddy, what's the ETA?
F- on this oiled lightskin b-, look like Lisa Ray
N- say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, sh-, either way

Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say
Who the realest in this sh-? 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- gon' go at you
And I'm gon' tell him, "Bleed the brakes" (brrr)

Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain't no checkin' in
I told thе promoter
"We can't bring them drums, thеn 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 f- story up
Wake up in Cali, bad b-, Waldorf Astoria
Fly her to Bali, she ain't trippin', she on the tour with us
Poppin' that p-, actin' different
She doin' more for us (she actin' different-different)

Big racks, we got that b- tweakin', yeah
Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah (brrr)
N- said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there
'Cause if I see y'all n-be poppin' out, I put it even there, for real

Ooh (brr-brrrr), I turned shorty up
Sipping on that 1942, I got my .40 tucked
Oh, you got your 42, n-, I got 40 of 'em
I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up

R.I.P my young boy, that's Osama, hit my shawty up
Told me never trust a strippin' b- 'cause that's what caught him up
Every time you catch me in some sh-, it cost like four and up
Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so sh-, 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)
(That's when he brought me up)

I been riding with choppas, aces, I'm glad you brought him up
R.I.P my uncle, free my youngin, b- we Audi'ed up
I heard you f- around, I'm f- now, I like to pass sh-
I had 60 out of 62, I'm talking bad b-

I talk cash sh-, I like to crash sh-
I'm vibin' on fast whips, I might go Lamb' truck
I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up, them n- ran, what?
Threw his sh- back if he ran up, Meek asked cuz
I make it jump then get it gone, n-, ask Bud
I got his b- 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' (yeah)
And every time we double back, my n- whack somethin' (yeah)
I ain't been selling too much crack, b-, I got racks comin'
Tell my b- I love her
And if you catch her cheating, n-, tell that bitch it's "F- her"

Boy in here eating, n-, I can't wait to up it
Free them boys