​gtg lyrics

[Intro]
Heartclinic season, b*tch
Ha, ha, ha, ha!

[Chorus]
Pull up with a Glock, yeah, we gon' air it out
You f*ck with the dots, so don't run your f*ckin' mouth
Put the money in the bag, we gon' run up in his house
He thinkin' that he hard, so that bullet make a sound
And they can scream out loud
Count my money, I don't need it now
And they hate me 'cause I'm evil, ha, ha
And I go, we f*ckin' blow inside his house

[Verse]
Posted up with Dolly, you get hurt like a b*tch
Sorry, I'm not sorry, you get jugged out of yo' sh*t
She said that she like me, but I do not like that bih
Don't f*ck with Heartclinic, yeah, don't know what it is
And you pleading up on Twitter, we don't care that you exist
All you ever do is talk about me, get a f*ckin' grip
And you mad because you fell off
You're obsessin' with a kid, ay
Pull up with the sticks, ay
Glock, hollow tips, ay
[Chorus]
Pull up with a Glock, yeah, we gon' air it out
You f*ck with the dots, so don't run your f*ckin' mouth
Put the money in the bag, we gon' run up in his house
He thinkin' that he hard, so that bullet make a sound
And they can scream out loud
Count my money, I don't need it now
And they hate me 'cause I'm evil, ha, ha
And I go, we f*ckin' blow inside his house

[Outro]
Yeah, go, go, go, yeah, go, go, go, go, go, go, aye, go, yeah, go