Testo GTF - Lil Gotit
Testo della canzone GTF (Lil Gotit), tratta dall'album The Cheater
Big Zone 3, whatever you wanna call it
Jonesboro road Conley baby, nigga
Long live K, long live big Dave, nigga
(Jkari)
Forever spur living, nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(You got it, Decay)
Get the fuck up out my business, I came for the riches
I had to think about it, I'm hood baby, they ain't fucking with me
I'm riding black truck with the tint, yeah, with lil' mama with me
Play that Draco, sound like thunder, know it's coming with me
Yeah, T'd up
Heard that boy got whacked, I had to shush it, know my feet up
I'm from South Atlanta, George Bush it, blow this shit up
Keep fucking 'cause her father gone, this AP with new color stones
Factory set with a honeycomb, chop the dreads until I'm home
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm turnt up
2017, college show, that boy got burnt up
Maybach story, scooped this ho, she suck me with the curtains up
Concrete business, in the city, know I got my muscle up
250, it was Italian, 250, I was on pneumatics
17, blowing a bag in Lenox
Yeah, the young nigga popping out with it
Yeah, the young nigga getting the attention
Make a grown ho come off with it
Trust none, been one, some fishy
No Mickie but he my mini
Fuck out of here, yeah, dickhead
Sex, money, yeah, I been that
Biggest team banging big red
Tell big Jay get the blick in
I was hot way before a mention
Been putting it on without assistance
Been making these niggas sick since
Get the fuck up out my business, I came for the riches
I had to think about it, I'm hood baby, they ain't fucking with me
I'm riding black truck with the tint, yeah, with lil' mama with me
Play that Draco, sound like thunder, know it's coming with me
Yeah, T'd up
Heard that boy got whacked, I had to shush it, know my feet up
I'm from South Atlanta, George Bush it, blow this shit up
Keep fucking 'cause her father gone, this AP with new color stones
Factory set with a honeycomb, chop the dreads until I'm home
Yeah, slatt, I can tame that pussycat
You niggas can't face the facts
Bitch, y'all out here praising rats
Rock a show and make the racks
Put it up and save the back
I was laying where the cadence at
I'm really him, just say that
Say it
Yeah, you fucked off with that money, nigga, break a leg
Think he trained you like a pussy then go throw some lead
We don't dickride, we don't switch sides, this ain't Simon Says
Wet your top and take your clock, that's what lil' slimy said
Rose petal, cold devil, big bags, wholesaler
Pushing P, whole checker, these niggas be hoe-zilla
These niggas wouldn't hurt a feather, and I'm knowing that
Cuffing on that action, boy, you stupid
Get the fuck up out my business, I came for the riches
I had to think about it, I'm hood baby, they ain't fucking with me
I'm riding black truck with the tint, yeah, with lil' mama with me
Play that Draco, sound like thunder, know it's coming with me
Yeah, T'd up
Heard that boy got whacked, I had to shush it, know my feet up
I'm from South Atlanta, George Bush it, blow this shit up
Keep fucking 'cause her father gone, this AP with new color stones
Factory set with a honeycomb, chop the dreads until I'm home
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Writer(s): Semaja Render, Joseph Carrillo, Nile Bey, Zinedyne Brek
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