GTA lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
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: Juice WRLD]
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: Juice WRLD]
Feel like I hit the lotto (Ring)
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
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 1: Juice WRLD]
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, grah)
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 (Sloppy 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 (Ya dig? Freeze freeze freeze)
Ring around the Rosie, pocket full of dead pres' (Yeah, huh)
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 (Huh)

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
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: Juice WRLD]
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, ya dig?)
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?)
[Verse 2: Gunna]
(Ya dig?)
Show night at the Apollo (Apollo)
I done went push start, auto (Auto)
Paint the Hellcat marshmallow (Marshmallow)
I smoke Backwoods, not a 'rello (not a 'rello)
I'm talkin' to the money, say, "Hello" (Hello)
Young Gunna really came out the ghetto (The ghetto)
Got some b*tches, and they do what I say so (Say so)
Crazy but it's true, I don't play games like Halo (Like Halo)
It's hard to stop drinking juice, rest in peace to Fredo
My n*ggas pull up and shoot, raid your sh*t like mayo (Like mayo)
Walkin' around the shoot, with a deuce and a Faygo (Deuce and a Faygo)
b*tch so bad, I flew her and her friends to Barbados (Barbados)
Just so we can go shopping and chill, and lay low (Lay low)
Brand new Chanel White friends, I feel like Fabo (Feel like Fabo)
Swervin' 'round in that new Benz, I feel like Herbo (Feel like Herbo)

[Pre-Chorus: Juice WRLD]
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
Fendi's cost your car note
That's a Monte Carlo
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Feel like I hit the lotto
Guns like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Money like Grand Theft Auto (Grrah)
Bricks 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)
Bricks like I'm El Chapo (Ya dig?)