GT Lyrics

Lighting this shit up

Ain't talking no Kerosene

Kerosene

Kerosene

I'm so fly I'm off the terrace

You on that bullshit

It must be embarrassing

Running this shit

We running the era

Making a mark

Like it ain't room for error

I push a Porsche

I gt the Carrera

Yeah Yeah

This shit is custom

Like it is tailored

Ain't talking khalifa

Got epiphanies like Eureka

And my scopes on heat seaker

I was taking bases in New York like jeter

On my Escobar no senorita

Way I'm cooking need a beaker

Yeah Yeah

In my white tee

Gon and wipe me down

Use to play me

Now you wanna be wifey now

Use to rain on me

Now I be in the clouds

That's the only time I'll be looking down

At a layover somewhere out of town

Got your time with the boy

Better make it count

Dollar dollar bills I'm on a paper route

Feel like I'm meek only dreams I chase

I been at it

I mean like for give or take

Like i came back from war army decorate

I just excavate

Way she digging me

I make her elevate

I could take the cake

But fore I celebrate

Turn this whole shit up I make it levitate

Yeah Yeah

Lighting this shit up

Ain't talking no Kerosene

Kerosene

Kerosene

I'm so fly I'm off the terrace

You on that bullshit

It must be embarrassing

Running this shit

We running the era

Making a mark

Like it ain't room for error

I push a Porsche

I gt the Carrera

Yeah Yeah