GTA

307, two-door coupe

GTA, I got shooters

Turtle shell top, bulletproof

Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too

Balenciaga and them sticks included

Crash out, crash out, crash

Crash out, crash out, crash

Send a **** straight up to God

Hold it two hands, it's a carbon (Hold it two hands)

Either you trappin' or robbin' (Either you trappin')

Why waste your time if you 'flaugin'? (Why waste your time?)

Stackin' it, rackin' it, all the way up to Jupiter (Jupiter)

Flip it, flip it, flip it, cool

Servin' junkies, I was still in school

Zone 3, Zone 6 **** never play fair, they gon' slime you out

Once you join a gang, it ain't no way you can get out

They just jacked the car, they need 'em somethin' to spin out

Layin' inside the bushes tryna get my rent up

Came up on a bird, and ever since, I've been up

Re-up on the first and third, stashin' cash in shoe boxes

Go wash your hands, you got 'em dirty, you gon' need a new Glock

Drinkin' on syrup, work, splurge

Adderall, Perc', Xan', X

P90 Ruger, fully-loaded TEC

Ho confused, she just too obsessed

Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too

Balenciaga and them sticks included

Crash out, crash out, crash

Crash out, crash out, crash

Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it too

Balenciaga and them sticks included

Crash out, crash out, crash

Crash out, crash out, crash

Hemi, Trackhawk, Scat Pack, dash

458 Ferrari, drivin' it fast

Trappin' is a hobby, you ain't gotta ask

Turned her to a Barbie, spoilin' her like a Brat

Punch sodas, woo, pour my Tus' for me, baby

Puttin' the motor in the truck, then I go crazy

Loaded up on new ice, yeah, load up on new car

Workin' it out of the 'partment, ****, trappin', servin' hard

Young **** campin' outside, sleepin' in your yard

Coppin' a bigger house, forty-car garage

See what hustlin' get you when you goin' against the odd?

No cappin', I'm taxin', wrappin' up a bale

What kind of ice? That's a chandelier

My earrings blindin' me when I look in the mirror

Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it, too

Balenciaga and them sticks included

Crash out, crash out, crash

Crash out, crash out, crash

Whatever I'm with, my bitch with it, too

Balenciaga and them sticks included

Crash out, crash out, crash

Crash out, crash out, crash

Send a **** straight up to God

Hold it two hands, it's a carbon

Either you trappin' or robbin'

Why waste your time if you 'flaugin'?

307, two-door coupe

GTA, I got shooters