GTR Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, uh Uh, where I'm from we carry llamas Where I'm from we shoot informers, 'formers Yeah, that Henny got me wavy and shit, know what I'm sayin' A little wavy, know what I'm sayin' we in the cut man ([?] the plug, get connected) Woo, pulled up in a GTR MG4L, Augusta Ave Boyz, know what I'm sayin'? Our wave, Vanauley Walk, you know how we rockin' GTR [Verse] I just pulled up in a GTR And I'm a presser, but I'm not comin' from BFR Run him down, he won't make it to the E&R My aim on point, but I don't squeeze from far Pass the keys to car, it's a speedin' car Waitress send the bottles over, I don't see the bar I just pulled off in a Rover, like I'm leaving Mars Fly like Peter Pan, Neverland, what I leave him on Gucci collars, hoochie mamas, they was never used to dollars She see me up in the club, she send her number, I don't call her Dead guys in my marijuana Where I'm from we carry llamas Where I'm from we shoot informers When we see him, he a goner And these little niggas on my line They don't know I be on their block like all the time Who knows? I might just hit up your block tonight Who knows? I might just make someone drop tonight I hit a lick there's something cookin' in my pot tonight You gettin' pitched don't make me catch you 'round my block tonight She on my dick, she say her nigga never hit it right And I'm done scoring on your block until you niggas ride Make his body fly, make his momma cry (She cryin') Make his shorty choose, right after he die (He dyin') He livin' a lie, he livin' a lie (He lyin') He ain't never slide, he ain't let it fly (He never slide) Free all my niggas in boxes For you I'm burying in boxes For you, I'm droppin' a coffin All these opps got me coughin' All this lean got me nauseous In the club on a mod tip In the club wit' da dawgsdem She with you but she watchin' Look at my diamonds and look on the timing They lookin' as soon as we walk in He want some clout off my name or clout off my game Well, what will it cost him? Who is he? I'll cross him That's your nigga who shot him That's your nigga who dropped him You really must be exhausted Flip a nigga no cost I'ma do it for free if it's for the cause Flip a nigga for my dawgs I'm back in the spot, I'm watching the box For the kicks, what's the cost? Christian Louboutin My bitch Yves Saint Laurent You cannot be what I'm on, gang!