FlyBoi Rich - GTA Lyrics

Ayee nigga we dont play, chips leave dat frito laid, aye, fly like lax, but im in mia
Aye, i cant trust a broke bitch they just in my way
Pop up, inna nigga whip, like its gta

I, i dont want it, if, that, nigga get it
I, i, dont want it, if, that nigga hit it
You best, go tell, that, nigga that im wit it
Grand theft, au to matics come n get it ahh ahh

Ass pokin in then fashion novas
Hit er like im crashin ova
Naw nigga aint sippin soda
Popped er like a coca cola
Subzero i finshed her and then gave her the coldest shoulder
U dont need a insert coin sign for them to know it over
Im really just outta hoes league, shit im luis scola
Im really just out here makin moves u just movin over
All i hear from yous a pair a lies guess ya movements over
When they leave em wet, in them trunks, this aint super soakers
Put u on ya feet wit da biz like some penny loafers
Prolly hit a gram off da gram like dat 10 i smoke ya
Grammin fa ya mam, do her shady like a interscoper
Said dat u was soft, well imma dog her nigga imma dober
Knocking on da dough look fa witnesses i aint jehovah
Chillin on da boat, had her archin it just call me noah
Rollin up da knicks, in her center n i barely noah
Neva had a whitegirl but like ai shit im crossin ova- uh uh yea...
Money sex n violence
She takin kids she childish
I nike check her colin
Dont ask who i be dialin
Dont ask who i b down wit
Send shots til them niggaz drown shit
Im actin up on some clown shit
Will smith wit them 7 pounds shitt
Im doin, so, fine, u, wont, catch mine
Them, checks, on, time, wont, flash, on, line
Had to learn to x games i got on my grind
Young nigga blowing up from da geound landmine...
Shawty lookin, got em cookin, he wish he was me
Once i killa on da cam tell em bitches flee
Niggaz hate im roundo feel like cp3
Round discs show em clips like a dvd