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DJ Bandz - GTA Lyrics
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[ Featuring Fivio Foreign, Skilla Baby, Rob49 ]

(DJ Bandz)
(Cicero)
Yeah, put your headphones in
You hear me?
Yeah

I'm in NY like the Knicks with my whole clique
See, that's how niggas end up dead with pressure by the bitch
Killer been steppin' for so long, he cut his leg off (leg off)
So as he cut his first head, cut his dreads off (dreads off)
They shot my mama in that car, them niggas took it far
I'ma wear it extra trucked, bitch, pick your partner up
I was on a city bus, I'm on a G5 jet (G5)
All the game they tried to give them niggas could've kept

I'm addicted to them pills, I love the way they feel
Money, drugs, sex, violence, nigga that's how I live (woo)
Foreign whip, you lift the trunk up, it's a engine (yeah)
I get paid to pop it, pop it hard like a pimple
I'm a project baby, the trenches raised me
When I say it's beef you send a beat like Tay Keith (hmm)
Check them niggas' background, some niggas fakin'
I ain't tryna rap how niggas rap, I'm too discreet

My lil' nigga caught a head and he ain't cut his dreads
That's the reason his lil' ass sittin' in the Feds
I been chillin', tryna rap, tryna get this bread
Put so much on niggas heads, word to my deads (ha, ha)
Bitch ass niggas tryna get me caught
Body after body got 'em runnin' outta chalk (ha)
I don't do no drive-bys, I get out and walk
Caught him on the fly, touchdown, Randy Moss (braah)
Ask DJ Bandz how they treat me in my city
Every time I go, I got real killers with me
Turn a nigga to a ghost, I got power like I'm 50'
I ain't hit a blunt in years, still smoke shit like a hippie (boom)

Once you diss my niggas in your music, you can't play it off
If you don't mean that shit that's in your rap then what you say it for? (Baow)
If you don't like playin' with the demons, why you playin' for?
Lil' bro a demon, catch a body and he shake it off (hrr, baow)
You see me, what he waitin' for? I'm askin', I'm just makin' sure
'Cause if I go to war over this shit I ain't gon' take it soft (baow)
All I gotta do is take a Percy then I break off
I ain't met a bitch that didn't love me that I came across (I didn't)
Two hunnid dashin', no we not crashin' (nah)
And she got her body done like Kim Kardashian
Long eyelashin' (uh), I'm not just rappin' (nah)
New opps diss me (what?), I'm just laughin'

I'm in NY like the Knicks with my whole clique
See, that's how niggas end up dead with pressure by the bitch
Killer been steppin' for so long, he cut his leg off (leg off)
So as he cut his first head, cut his dreads off (dreads off)
They shot my mama in that car, them niggas took it far
I'ma wear it extra trucked, bitch, pick your partner up
I was on a city bus, I'm on a G5 jet (G5)
All the game they tried to give them niggas could've kept
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English

(DJ Bandz)
(Cicero)
Yeah, put your headphones in
You hear me?
Yeah

I'm in NY like the Knicks with my whole clique
See, that's how niggas end up dead with pressure by the bitch
Killer been steppin' for so long, he cut his leg off (leg off)
So as he cut his first head, cut his dreads off (dreads off)
They shot my mama in that car, them niggas took it far
I'ma wear it extra trucked, bitch, pick your partner up
I was on a city bus, I'm on a G5 jet (G5)
All the game they tried to give them niggas could've kept

I'm addicted to them pills, I love the way they feel
Money, drugs, sex, violence, nigga that's how I live (woo)
Foreign whip, you lift the trunk up, it's a engine (yeah)
I get paid to pop it, pop it hard like a pimple
I'm a project baby, the trenches raised me
When I say it's beef you send a beat like Tay Keith (hmm)
Check them niggas' background, some niggas fakin'
I ain't tryna rap how niggas rap, I'm too discreet

My lil' nigga caught a head and he ain't cut his dreads
That's the reason his lil' ass sittin' in the Feds
I been chillin', tryna rap, tryna get this bread
Put so much on niggas heads, word to my deads (ha, ha)
Bitch ass niggas tryna get me caught
Body after body got 'em runnin' outta chalk (ha)
I don't do no drive-bys, I get out and walk
Caught him on the fly, touchdown, Randy Moss (braah)
Ask DJ Bandz how they treat me in my city
Every time I go, I got real killers with me
Turn a nigga to a ghost, I got power like I'm 50'
I ain't hit a blunt in years, still smoke shit like a hippie (boom)

Once you diss my niggas in your music, you can't play it off
If you don't mean that shit that's in your rap then what you say it for? (Baow)
If you don't like playin' with the demons, why you playin' for?
Lil' bro a demon, catch a body and he shake it off (hrr, baow)
You see me, what he waitin' for? I'm askin', I'm just makin' sure
'Cause if I go to war over this shit I ain't gon' take it soft (baow)
All I gotta do is take a Percy then I break off
I ain't met a bitch that didn't love me that I came across (I didn't)
Two hunnid dashin', no we not crashin' (nah)
And she got her body done like Kim Kardashian
Long eyelashin' (uh), I'm not just rappin' (nah)
New opps diss me (what?), I'm just laughin'

I'm in NY like the Knicks with my whole clique
See, that's how niggas end up dead with pressure by the bitch
Killer been steppin' for so long, he cut his leg off (leg off)
So as he cut his first head, cut his dreads off (dreads off)
They shot my mama in that car, them niggas took it far
I'ma wear it extra trucked, bitch, pick your partner up
I was on a city bus, I'm on a G5 jet (G5)
All the game they tried to give them niggas could've kept
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Writer: Devonte Richmond, Maxie Ryles, Rashan Kyles, Robert Coleman Thomas, Trevon Gardner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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