GTA 6 Lyrics

We gone make a pack

Spin his block in a second and he won't make it back

We get even like Steven don't do the tit for tat

Killa City be the illest put us on the map

Big strap ima' up it at whoever dog

Where the dice finna' show these niggas how to ball

Gang with wimme I got shooters only take a call

Had to hit the road again come and cop it all

I said the plug on the way I ain't trynna stall

Your homie really in this pack this that what you call

I can't even do a show if we ain't got the straps

Ain't no love in this shit so you can't get a dap

Check on your people how the hood where you been at

Aye what's the addy on my granny we gone spin that

Your homie out already I can smell a rat

Ain't no cheese he was sniffin' till they hit a trap

Swear to God this shit nice you can not deny

Don't compare me to no rapper my shit certified

I put a op in the air now watch an angel fly

He tried to slide then he died he get a "T"for tried

DBIF be the gang I ain't trynna' stunt

Blowing woods in my office the Obama Runtz'

Kick a nigga shit in this a light punt

Rob him for his shit, then smoke a fat blunt

And I'm still goin' in

First they want to be your friend till' shit hit the fan

Took my bitch shopping once, then we gone go again

Too much money in my pockets think I need some bigger pants

And if I ever sign a deal I need it in advance

I ain't no dummy bitch

Smoking on some Cookies and Gelato on some tweaker' shit

I think ima' head out if she ain't sucking dick

Pull up to your family function, like what happening crip'

We gone make a pack

Spin his block in a second and he won't make it back

We get even like Steven don't do the tit for tat

Killa City be the illest put us on the map

Big strap ima' up it at whoever dog

Wheree the dice finna' show this nigga how to ball

Gang with me I got shooters only take a call

Had to hit the road again come and cop it all

Damn I just relapsed

Nigga said he was gone short me he was big cap

Nike C next on my soul listen to phone tap

We sent a blitz in a nickel he got dime back

With out talking I can show a high how to trap

Or better yet grab your pen show him em' how to rap

Nigga dropped his mixtape I went and took a nap

First song had me like, that's enough of that

Get it by any means what I was taught to do

Bitch the streets was my teacher, I said fuck a school

I used to rock with some niggas, now I don't fuck with dude

If it's up then it's stuck, nigga it's up to you

What would your mama do

We gone make a pack

Spin his block in a secure and and he won't make it back

We get even like Steven don't do the tit for tat

Killa City be the illest' put us on the map

Big strap ima' up it at whoever dog

Where the dice finna' show these niggas how to ball

Gang with me I got shooters only take a call

Had to hit the road again come and cop it all