GTA VI Lyrics

Uhh

Grrr Grrr

Bih more pressure than a girl I'd shoot my shot at

I gots to rip this hoe

Shit mandatory

I ain't even have to explain it

Told my bro to stay on point just like a pencil

Or they'll erase you (Trust my word dawg)

Once you get a little money

All these hoes gone want to taste you (Slurp)

Number one hoe hater

My main opp is mother nature (I hate that bitch)

You can call my music ass but I make money with no label (I'm That)

Nigga I put belt to ass

I'm a real human conveyer (That's a bar)

If a nigga spin on me god please send em some prayers (God)

Gone and set a house up for em

Cause he finna meet his maker (He finna met you)

She found out that im a artist

Now she asking me to paint her (That's a bar nigga)

Niggas asking me to drop

Like GTA six

I done took so my many risks

I might need a new wrist

She ain't post on spring break

You might need a new bitch

I ain't got to call hits

Hop out of whips and pull skits

She keep telling me love me

I got mad cause I hae lies

This bitch keep bugging me

I'm finna buy some pesticide

Welcome into roller coaster land

We can flip your ride

You can't be appedexterious

Nigga pick your side

I killed anime

The coup all black like Kilmonger (kill manga)

If you alive then the beef ain't never finished like Hunter x Hunter

We turn shooters into runners

Go from rapper to drummer

I turn 50s into 100s

I turn nothing to abundance

Nigga don't ask me if I write

I'm a professional puncher

And the tape still on the way

So please stop asking bitch it's coming

I drop hit after hit just like a bullseyes

Ain't been this turnt since I dropped cujo

They got Glocks but niggas still die

Told my bro to stay on point just like a pencil

Or they'll erase you (Trust my word dawg)

Once you get a little money

All these hoes gone want to taste you (*Slurp)

Number 1 hoe hater

My main opp is mother nature (I hate that bitch)

You can call my music ass but I make money with no label (I'm That)

Nigga i put belt to ass

I'm a real human conveyer (That's a bar)

If a nigga spin on me god please send em some prayers (God)

Gone and set a house up for em

Cause he finna meet his maker (He finna met you)

She found out that I'm a artist

Now she asking me to paint her (That's a bar nigga)

Damn near everything I say be a bar

I ain't even got a rafe but she say she still see a star

If a nigga think its sweet we stuff em in a cookie jar

If we don't hit em once we spin again call it a par

I can put the bag straight in your hands just like it publics

Niggas really ain't even thugs

Nigga stop that mean mugging

Niggas raps be ran through

They done left the fridge running

Niggas bars don't even shock me

Someone came and unplugged it

Told my bro to stay on point just like a pencil

Or they'll erase you (Trust my word dawg)

Once you get a little money

All these hoes gone want to taste you (*Slurp)

Number 1 hoe hater

My main opp is mother nature (I hate that bitch)

You can call my music ass but I make money with no label (I'm That)

Nigga I put belt to ass

I'm a real human conveyer (That's a bar)

If a nigga spin on me god please send em some prayers (God)

Gone and set a house up for em

Cause he finna meet his maker (He finna met you)

She found out that I'm a artist

Now she asking me to paint her (That's a bar nigga)