gta lyrics

[Intro: DDG]
Yeah
Hmm, yeah
Hmm
Okay

[Chorus: DDG]
I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
How many M's can I add to my will?
Rollie rose gold, I don't really f*ck with steel (You weren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
All these n*ggas fake, but somehow I keep it real, yeah
That n*gga a b*tch, he posting guns just for likes
Taking boxing classes, but nobody out here fight
I like ratchet bad b*tches, Detroit women just my type
Know that pus*y out of control, she might make me miss my flight

[Verse 1: DDG & Skilla Baby]
On the 'net I'm goin' crazy, I can't help but up my price
n*gga think he know me 'cause he see on that site
Rock Balenciaga boots, I'm 6'5", it up my height
VVS gon' make it bright, hundred thousand, that sh*t light (Ha)

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
I'm pickin' streamers over rappers, they be boring, I can't chill with 'em (Yeah)
Don't cut my hand off, I can't feel n*ggas (I can't feel n*ggas)
I'm 6'2", bankroll Crip blue (Yeah)
I be standin' on the money just to make me feel bigger (Ha)
I don't let these n*ggas 'round me, they don't act like us (They don't act like us)
These n*ggas must think they Zoe, they chat too much (Chat too much)
And they cap too much, I shoot straps too much (Baow)
I up racks too much (Ha)
My little b*tch thick as hell, ass fat as f*ck (f*ck)
Bottega on my body, can somebody add me up? (Add me up)
Hoes love me, I'm rich, his and hers for my b*tch (b*tch)
Glock came with a switch, I'm tryna shoot sh*t on Twitch (Ha)
If I'm goin' anywhere, you know I'm bringing my blick (Blick)
Play with DDG and we gon' take the stream on a hit
I done seen n*ggas get rich and seen n*ggas snitch (Ha)
In GTA, n*gga, we don't play
[Chorus: DDG]
I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
How many M's can I add to my will?
Rollie rose gold, I don't really f*ck with steel
All these n*ggas fake, but somehow I keep it real, yeah
That n*gga a b*tch, he posting guns just for likes
Taking boxing classes, but nobody out here fight
I like ratchet bad b*tches, Detroit women just my type
Know that pus*y out of control, she might make me miss my flight

[Verse 3: DDG]
She know I'm from Pontiac and she know that's right up the street
She said she gon' ride down 6 Mile to come and f*ck with me
On the road, b*tch, I can't sit down, I gotta stay on my feet
Making hits and that's the stick now like running backs and cleats
n*ggas knowin' that I'm one-of-one, I don't rap for fun or none
Went to Booby Trap, I can't keep track, I threw a ton of ones
Hit it from the back, but she gon' never meet my son or nothin'
I'm just tryna crack, I ain't got time to fall in love or nothin'
I got a bus full of hoes, what's the ETA?
Tryna kill that pus*y, but I'm talkin' 'bout in GTA
I got more money than half the n*ggas in the NBA
n*ggas talkin' crazy on the 'net 'til we put BTA

[Chorus: DDG]
I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
How many M's can I add to my will?
Rollie rose gold, I don't really f*ck with steel
All these n*ggas fake, but somehow I keep it real, yeah
That n*gga a b*tch, he posting guns just for likes
Taking boxing classes, but nobody out here fight
I like ratchet bad b*tches, Detroit women just my type
Know that pus*y out of control, she might make me miss my flight