GTA (feat. Jah Floxks, Balenci & Saint Laurent Sour)

(Ghosty) Gang, gang, gang Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Grrt Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Gang I'm the collector (said that) They ain't give me my credit, so I'm takin' extra (extra) He on a stretcher (he on a) Open his noggin, it's squirtin' like ketchup (ketchup) Caught him at Checkers Brodie gone line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler (gang, gang, gang) Aimin' for brains, māthā fiesta (māthā) Suffocate him, stuffin' his face in a zip rack (gang, gang, gang) Tummy shot, they had to staple that shit back (skrrt-skrrt) Treesh, she gon' bend down, let me hit that Flee, takin' no check, I'ma dig that (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) Opps out, shoot up the block with a four (grrah-grrah) Baba strip from the top to your toes Bend down we killed a opp in this hoe (gang, gang) Backed out, he seen the chop and he froze Youngest in charge They say 22 the G.O.A.T. (skrrt-skrrt) I got his treesh Drivin' the boat Aimin' for melons Keep the blick in the coat (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang) Heard he got smacked He don't want smoke (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) New drip (new drip) Your fit where we empty them clips at Cool kit (bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah) We shot through his ribs and his six-pack (gang, gang) Big Rug' can fit in my pocket (big Rug') Two shooters, same names, same noggins (same names) Switch lanes, too famous for stoppin' Swervin' through traffic, they lackin' we got 'em (got 'em) Blue tips, green tips for the switch up Chest shot, leg shot, can't get up Stomach shot, gooey sauce, he gaspin' Bullets gonna shatter his bone like a mirror We spinnin' in threes, we can split up Dumped in the trunk, leave him slumped in a river .40 Cal with a stick for the stick up Gloves on my hands, and I'm not with the slip-ups (at all) I got the keys (I got the keys) Blue Ridge, Balenci', the locksmith Masked up for deposits and flockings Spot him, chop him, up get to dividin' Been gettin' bands like Michael Wear the wrong color on that block I'ma snipe you Big knocks, homie won't fight you Kill him in traffic and take the red light too (skrrt) I ain't really worried, I be posted 30 the clip, bullets miss when I load it I just might up it in public Shoot at the witnesses, skip the discussions Floxks on a mission (Floxks) Chris in the cut he gonna shoot with precision Up the passion, the flock and the Smith & This car too hot, it's a risk if you in it My shooter he get anti-social Drum on the Glock and it's beatin' like Pro-Tools (Floxks, Floxks) Play with my bread, I'ma toast you Bustin' these plays and rememberin' socials Soap Gang, flockin' Adidas Do you got a Chevy? If not I don't need her I got a vibe, a lil' treesha I call up 22, "She comin' to eat up" Treesh drink Henny by the liter He called the stop, I call matha 'quafina I got the streets from the Nina She put this blick in her throat like a leaf After she done gotta leave I gotta pick up the drop for a D Now shit can get sticky nigga with these Blixky niggas If he runnin' we gon' flock him down I can send Ramu to shoot him, he flockin' be warned Don't stop 'til an opp on the ground (gang) I'm the collector (said that) They ain't give me my credit, so I'm takin' extra (extra) He on a stretcher (he on a) Open his noggin, it's squirtin' like ketchup (ketchup) Caught him at Checkers Brodie gone line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler (gang, gang, gang) Aimin' for brains, māthā fiesta (māthā) I'm the collector (said that) They ain't give me my credit, so I'm takin' extra (extra) He on a stretcher (he on a) Open his noggin, it's squirtin' like ketchup (ketchup) Caught him at Checkers Brodie gone line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler (gang, gang, gang) Aimin' for brains, māthā fiesta (māthā) Gang, gang, gang The Blixky, the Blixky, the Blixky (Ghosty)