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GTA

by Future

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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 nigga 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 flodgin'? (Why waste your time?) Stackin' it, uh, rackin' it, uh, all the way up to Jupiter (Jupiter) Flip it, uh, flip it, flip it, cool Servin' junkies, I was still in school Zone 3, Zone 6 niggas never play fair, they gon' slime you out Once you join the 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 'partments, nigga, trappin', servin' hard Young niggas 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 lyin' to 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 nigga straight up to God Hold it two hands, it's a carbon Either you trappin' or robbin' Why waste your time if you in'? 307, two-door coupe GTA, I got shooters

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