GTA

Ya heard me, 13, 17, ya heard me, 1-3, 1-7, Chyld's Plvy, bitch

Look, hood nigga, come up in the trenches, he won't make it out

Talkin' shit, once I bring that shit, bet I flush him out

Uptown livin', got that call, said he at his grandma's house

Shotguns out, at that shotgun house, boom, he off the couch

I ain't the type, to type a threat up, I won't make one either (naa)

His Drac won't make it to this shoot, I'm on like Justin Bieber

I can do this shit alone, or I could call up on my people

But I swear to God, you'll call on Jesus once you see a demon (yeah)

Shots buckin' like Milwaukee, once I catch that nigga walkin