GTA
GTA Life on a everyday basis
I'm dealing with numerous cases
I'm stayin' on point, gotta remember all faces
Gun in my pocket, I'm tying my laces
Off-White kicks but you know I'm not racist
Took multiple trips, to numerous places
Big booty bitch in the car and it's spacious
BBL baby, goodness gracious
Let me get off the corner and hop on my bike
Got multiple shots every time that I peddle
Can't troop it on feet, I'm not taking no hike
I'm making it count, I need me a metal
I'm riding with Tina, ain't talking no Ike
Bullets hot like some fire right under the kettle
Freak bitch, know what I like
I promise for you, you know I'ma settle
Pull up on my hood bitch side of the street
You know that she like how I talk
Let me just pay for ya nails and ya feet
I'm lovin' the way how you walk
Let's go out for drinks, get something to eat
Don't post on ya story you know they gon' stalk
Mission complete, she said that I'm sweet
You know she a bird I ain't talking no hawk
Gave her my number, we out to the trap
Tryna see what I could flip
This shit is real I ain't talking no cap
Break down the pack, got a hundred a zip
Had to switch up my line, think that it's tap
Got a new phone, now I'm back on the strip
Let's get off the block, get off the map
We out to the club, let's get in the whip
Strip club vibes, I need me a baddie
You know that I love all the strippers
5 foot light skin, bitch named Maddie
Nice lil butt and you know I'm gon' tip her
She get in my ear call me daddy
She feel on my pants, my gun in the zipper
Let me just leave, I'ma send you the addy
I'm feelin' to loose off the liquor
Walked outside, I saw a fan
You know that they asked for a pic
I felt something funny, like they had a plan
After they took it, they walked off quick
Right after that, I saw a van
He hopped out bluffing, but ain't wanna click
I'm upping it first, that nigga ran
Now I got 5 stars, and I feeling like I'm wick
Been thuggin' and buggin', since a jit
Could ask anybody I'm wit
Had to spin to the store, I'm changing my fit
I can't wear what I got, cause I just did a hit
Shit not a game, I never could quit
Every time it was up, I was making it lit
That's one thing the opps could admit
Them niggas know I'm legit
Rockstar life, I can't escape it
No shame in my game, you know I can't fake it
Only cook with the pot, you know I can't bake it
Watch how it rock up and lock when you make it
This shit is pure, shit is not basic
The custy don't ask how it look they just take it
I'ma end it right here, don't get it mistaken
Fuck all the opps that got wasted
I'm dealing with numerous cases
I'm stayin' on point, gotta remember all faces
Gun in my pocket, I'm tying my laces
Off-White kicks but you know I'm not racist
Took multiple trips, to numerous places
Big booty bitch in the car and it's spacious
BBL baby, goodness gracious
Let me get off the corner and hop on my bike
Got multiple shots every time that I peddle
Can't troop it on feet, I'm not taking no hike
I'm making it count, I need me a metal
I'm riding with Tina, ain't talking no Ike
Bullets hot like some fire right under the kettle
Freak bitch, know what I like
I promise for you, you know I'ma settle
Pull up on my hood bitch side of the street
You know that she like how I talk
Let me just pay for ya nails and ya feet
I'm lovin' the way how you walk
Let's go out for drinks, get something to eat
Don't post on ya story you know they gon' stalk
Mission complete, she said that I'm sweet
You know she a bird I ain't talking no hawk
Gave her my number, we out to the trap
Tryna see what I could flip
This shit is real I ain't talking no cap
Break down the pack, got a hundred a zip
Had to switch up my line, think that it's tap
Got a new phone, now I'm back on the strip
Let's get off the block, get off the map
We out to the club, let's get in the whip
Strip club vibes, I need me a baddie
You know that I love all the strippers
5 foot light skin, bitch named Maddie
Nice lil butt and you know I'm gon' tip her
She get in my ear call me daddy
She feel on my pants, my gun in the zipper
Let me just leave, I'ma send you the addy
I'm feelin' to loose off the liquor
Walked outside, I saw a fan
You know that they asked for a pic
I felt something funny, like they had a plan
After they took it, they walked off quick
Right after that, I saw a van
He hopped out bluffing, but ain't wanna click
I'm upping it first, that nigga ran
Now I got 5 stars, and I feeling like I'm wick
Been thuggin' and buggin', since a jit
Could ask anybody I'm wit
Had to spin to the store, I'm changing my fit
I can't wear what I got, cause I just did a hit
Shit not a game, I never could quit
Every time it was up, I was making it lit
That's one thing the opps could admit
Them niggas know I'm legit
Rockstar life, I can't escape it
No shame in my game, you know I can't fake it
Only cook with the pot, you know I can't bake it
Watch how it rock up and lock when you make it
This shit is pure, shit is not basic
The custy don't ask how it look they just take it
I'ma end it right here, don't get it mistaken
Fuck all the opps that got wasted
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Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Michael Rowe
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