GT lyrics

[Intro]
Ay, come on man, why you playin'?

[Verse]
GT, slidin' in a GT
You can catch a young n*gga ridin' in a GT
Slidin', wervin' lane to lane, man, you know that I'm the mane
Man, I go insane, man, I do this off the brain
GT, slidin' in a GT
Keep the toolie on me, n*gga don't want beef
Put a n*gga ass to sleep
I don't give a f*ck, the hollow tip'll make a n*gga sleep
Hunnid Block, you know we reppin' Uptown all day
North Miami Uptown sh*t, we got to keep the 'K
If you call my brother up, Dee, he'll let it spray
You come down to Miami with that flexin', you will die today
GT, slidin' in a GT
These n*ggas don't want no pressure wit' that CC
You already know what you reppin', Stro City
You already know y'all don't want no war wit' me
You don't want no war wit' us
Dade County 305, Miami, yeah, we run it up
Yeah, we gettin' bands and you know we don't give a f*ck
Bands'll make her dance, so you that she gon' give it up
But I don't gotta pay for her
She gon' do this sh*t for free 'cause you know shawty f*ck wit' me
Slidin' in a GT, ridin' in a GT, yeah, I rep CC
These n*ggas ain't friendly
But when we all come through, we wet the scene
Yeah, you know we on the scene
My n*gga [?], my n*gga Nell, you know my brothers f*ck wit' me
Dough2x he keep the heat, he rep the Ville, he rep the [?]
You know you— Boy, you love that beef
Slidin' in a GT, ridin' in a GT, slidin' in a GT
GT, ridin' in a GT
Y'all n*ggas don't want no beef
Y'all n*ggas ain't in these streets
I'm ducked off, n*gga, f*ck these streets
Y'all n*ggas ain't finna catch me
Y'all n*ggas don't wanna catch heat
'Cause you know when we do, we catch [?], n*gga
GT, slidin' in a GT
I don't give a f*ck, swervin' lane to lane, y'all don't want it wit' me
I love bands and yellow b*tches
Yeah, you know we gettin' richer
Mind your business if you got a issue, n*gga, stretch the issue
pus*y n*gga, stretch the issue
Guarantee the TEC'll hit you
305, we runnin' sh*t
You know we comin' through in this b*tch and yeah, we wreckin' sh*t
GT, slidin' in a GT
Brand new Laguna Jeans, I still rock Laguna jeans
Shoutout to my dawg, [?]
Shoutout to my dawg, [?]
Shoutout to my dawg, [?]
Young [?], what it do? I'm still YFN
You already know, SGP, I'mma win
GT, slidin' in a GT
R.I.P. Stro Gang, y'all n*ggas don't want beef
R.I.P Bo Gang, R.I.P. J to the I to the double T
You know who the f*ck we be
CCM, they f*ck wit' me, [?], they f*ck wit' me
Slidin' in that GT, ridin' in that GT
Red-on-red Corvette, yeah, you know I get the TEC
Come through, put the f*ckin' pistol to yo' f*ckin neck
Slidin' in a GT
Fresh as f*ck and fly as hell, y'all n*ggas don't want these
Hands at ya' face, n*gga, put you in your place
Keep the bands in my hands, man, you know I run the place