In Order

Album cover art for "In Order" by G.T.

G.T. - Rap

In Order

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[Verse 1: G.T.] This shit'll have your auntie with the lockjaw Legendary in my hood, ask the rockstars [?] stars, we'll pull up in like 8 cars Niggas [?] like we take bars It ain't what you know, nigga, it's who you know And all of us got it from the weed to blow These niggas playing keep up, they don't even come close Man, these niggas fake as hell, and these bitches broke I ain't jumped off the porch [?] sold dope We got [?] all day, the way [?] I was a teenager then, I only worked the door Talking losses, little nigga, you don't even know What car they pop in, [?] straight dropping One day, got all [?] copping Big houses, lil nigga, got them [?] Fell off a couple times, but got right back [?] [Verse 2: Peezy] Grab the slab out the bag, buss it out the wrapper Take you off four and a half, put it back together Used to staying on the corners, chasing after chetter It's hard for me to chase hoes, I got a busy schedule Half tracks, eightballs, quarter ounces Cook up 24 grams and get a quarter extra [?] passing out testers I'm a real drug dealer, tell by the necklace You ain't really getting money, then I can't respect you I [?] bitches like a damn detective Niggas wearing fake Rollies, you can't even trust them Niggas swiping hoes' bags, and can't even fuck them Always out of town, like I'm on the run Bust a brick and see the shine like in Golden Sun Bitch, I keep a heavy bag, think it weigh a ton I got two hoes at one time, 'cause I'm the chosen one

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  • Peezy
  • G.T.