GTA (Demo) lyrics

[Intro]
One hit
Feel like I hit the lotto (Lotto)
I could f*ck your mom, though
Rollie on me, cost a car note (Ring)
Pull up on the scene like a car show (Skrrt)
b*tch tried to scan like a barcode (Yeah)
You're like Nemo, he a grinch that stole that Lilo (Skrt, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Fresh to death, halo (Huh)
Codeine in my fuego (Ya dig, huh)
Bad lil' b*tch, 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)

[Chorus]
Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grra)
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?)
[Verse]
I'ma gon' f*ck yo' b*tch, 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 f*ck n*gga in the face, what, huh, like I don't care, yeah (Blaow blaow, gra)
Got yo' b*tch walkin' in Dior underwear, yeah, yeah (Lil' ho)
Had to put drip on her (Yeah)
She top me up, ain't wanna f*ck, she had a fish odor (Top)
Diamonds so big on my wrists, b*tch like a wrist boulder (Like a wrist)
She gon' f*ck me first, why? Because my wrist colder (Freeze freeze freeze)
Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dead pres'
On my wrist a Rollie, try to take it you a dead man (Shine, drop)
Yo' lil' b*tch a trophy, I'm just tryna f*ck her (Shine, yeah)
You be tryna c*ck block, you should be a goalie

[Pre-Chorus]
Fresh to death, halo
Codeine in my fuego (Yeah)
Bad lil' b*tch, 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)

[Chorus]
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)
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?)
[Open Verse]

[Pre-Chorus]
Fresh to death, halo
Codeine in my fuego
Bad lil' b*tch, hello
What's her tone? Yellow
Backwoods, cigarillos
I smoke a zip of Gelato
Fendis cost your car note
That's a Monte Carlo

[Chorus]
Feel like I hit the lotto
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grra)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Grra)
Brick 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)
Brick like I'm El Chapo (Ya dig?)