Gtm Vs the State

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Smoking opps yelling f*ck the cops, it's GTM vs the State
I been moving all the pounds, I feel like meech back in the day
Choppa came with thirty rounds, but I need two to hit his face
Keep my Glock, when I'm in town, and they gone give me a new case
Back in AC, dodging MPD, trynna get off P's
Police at the stop sign, they pull us over, we try to leave
You know we on the west, we the best, GTM the team
Told my plug I got these orders in, he like what you need?

Whole time he the lick, front me P's I'm running off
He a dead man waking if he try to play the cross
We hit headbands often, smoking opps it make me cough
Just a dead man talking, why you pressed if you a boss
Can't be mad if she going, why tender bout these hoes?
Yeah, you hear that engine roaring
You letting out the gas close the door
She say she bad, still four for four
She ain't mad, just wanna smoke
Okay baby cool, we got gas, just keep that on the low
F*ck the cops, it's GTM vs the State, and if it's that the world
I'm a CEO at 23, can't believe they just hurl
I know they sick, I know they mad, I know they pressed bout the kid
Preaching killing all these opps, don't give a f*ck, just spit a wig
You say it's up, we in route, I'm disappointed when they die
He was dissing for that clout, now that boy up in the sky
Roll him up, now I'm coughing, momma asking is you high?
Just another dead guy, so you know I don't reply

Smoking opps yelling f*ck the cops, it's GTM vs the State
I been moving all the pounds, I feel like meech back in the day
Choppa came with thirty rounds, but I need two to hit his face
Keep my Glock, when I'm in town, and they gone give me a new case
Back in AC, dodging MPD, trynna get off P's
Police at the stop sign, they pull us over, we try to leave
You know we on the west, we the best, GTM the team
Told my plug I got these orders in, he like what you need?



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