GTA lyrics

[Intro]
(1800 for you)

[Verse 1: DaeMoney]
My city, it get cold, Supreme coats in November
Supreme on my drawers, Supreme Timbs for the winter
Put me on the plate, bases loaded, ninth inning
My granddaddy a pastor, whole life, I've been sinning
Apple Pay for lean, I done went over the limit
Retired from the mall, I ain't been there in a minute
I just took a pill, I can feel that b*tch kickin'
I live like GTA, gettin' payed for a mission

[Verse 2: Veeze]
He' bout to kill himself, you smoke crack, don't you?
No shoe strings, you tote MACs, don't you?
My brother keep lean, put no tax on me
I'm in Amiri jeans sippin' act like Corona
You can't chill in the trap, that's the K, boy, you sittin' on it
You can have these lil' thots, f*cked 'em all, I can't get no more
You can come to my closet and shop, it's like different stores
That boy quiet like Kawhi, but he shootin' like that n*gga Jordan
Boy, you so f*ckin' broke, it's like you gettin' younger
The ho, she too young for me, DaeMoney still don't want her
My heart, that motherf*cker cold and it's getting worser
Who me? The motherf*ckin' G.O.A.T., I'm just getting G.O.A.T.er
I'm a walkin' talkin' comma, I can get her open
Took his b*tch, it's been some weeks, that n*gga livin' lonely
We done paralyzed his man, they call that n*gga Soldier
Showed his ass so much brown, it's like Living Color
[Verse 3: DaeMoney]
She could've caught a case, I was in high school hitting mothers
b*tch, I'm one of one, once I'm done, you won't get another
A real Bronx Tale, I was raised by my f*ckin' uncles
Eight years old, shooting dice, made my first hundred
I can tell you n*ggas broke, that's your first money
That sh*t you lil' n*ggas flash, that's my Perc' money
That sh*t you stashin', that's my put-it-in-her-purse money
You don't know jewelry, boy, them stones ain't worth nothin'
I was seven grabbin' ass in the hallways
Fresh as hell, wearin' Balmains to the ballgame
Put a switch on it, hittin' everything without aim
n*ggas done really had money 'fore I had fame
Chrome Heart joggie, twenty days straight
Take it to the shoebox a hundred plays straight
n*ggas uppin' throwbacks, tryna save face
The table long as hell, b*tch, my whole team sayin' grace

[Verse 4: LUCKI]
Ayy, she say I'm annoying, I keep asking where the Wock' at?
I'm still on the 30s and I'm itchin', where a Glock at?
I just scared a good ho away, I need to stop that
You everywhere I'm not at, I'm turnin' up for Pop now
We just put my new b*tch on the road, I got an I-Pass
AMG, left it straight 'cause he a copycat
I just scared a good ho away, I need to stop that
Since they gave me fifty for a show, can't even talk back