GTA ft. Lil Kp, Manman DaDon, K.A.Y B & Moneyman Polo Lyrics

Diss the gang we leave you dead

This pole exotic

This hoe fire

She a real lil bouje bitch

Only hit her up when I'm off by

Give her good dick kick her out

I might hit her up tomorrow

Man I think I love this bitch

Never mind I'm tweaking

I'm off these drugs

Niggas be pussy and talking that shit

When I spin through they block

Leave them all with a limp

Touch one of mine

And this shit can get tragic

That boy moving hot

Send him up like a blimp

I cannot fuck with these bitches

They stupid and dirty

They all taking dick for the clout

Need me a shorty

That know how it get

Put a chop in her hands

That's what love is about

Homie was phony

I saw that shit coming

I don't miss a beat

See it all like a scout

How you gone talk all that shit

But be lacking

Boom boom boom

Now his heart is attacking

Niggas be talking that shit

But be broke

Shorty get you a bag

Like what bread is you stacking

Uh like what bread is you stacking

Gang gang gang let's go

Heat on my feet bout 200

I'm stepping

Straight to the top

Ready know where I'm headed

If that boy outta bounds

Call him out

I be checking

Shut the fuck up

You a stupid ass peasants

Texting my phone

But gone claim that you wasn't

Uh but gone claim that you wasn't

Ima shooter I came with a rugger

I keep a pistol this bitch ah do yah

I'ma slimy nigga

I wipe ur noise

My shooters shoot when I say so

Keep dissing ima give you a halo

So fuck nigga lay low

I fucked the bitch she think I'm hot

I keep ah glock up in my sock

She lick on the dick

She play with tip

The gang in this bitch

We kicking down shit

Karate the kid

The money we spend

We ride in the benz

Fuck your mans

She poping the meds

She fuck with the feds

We pull up ahead

The gun in my hand

I hope it don't jam

Sike bam

We smoking your man's

That bitch is a fan

She trying to hold hands

That wasn't plan b

Now I'm like damn

I gotta go ham

For mom and family

My brothers

I got you don't think nun less

This world is like checkers

But I'm playing chess

Me and jay we shoot at yo chest

We aim at your head and leave you to rest

Gang gang gang gang

Lil say cey a bitch he ain't let it blow

When I see him ima give him a halo

You see this bitch up in my coat

Run up ima fucking blow

I keep me a sack

Fucking your bitch

I hit from the back

I was pulling on her tracks

Fucked ur bitch you know how that go