Gta (feat. LUCKI & Veeze)

(1-800 for you)
 My city it get cold, Supreme coats in November
 Supreme on my drawls, Supreme Timbs for the winter
 Put me on the plate, bases loaded, ninth innin'
 My granddaddy a pastor, whole life I've been sinnin'
 Apple Pay for lean, I done went over the limit
 Retire from the mall, I ain't been there in a minute
 I just took a pill, I could feel that bitch kickin'
 I live like GTA, gettin' paid for a mission
 He 'bout to kill himself, you smoke crack don't you?
 No shoe strings, you tote MAC don't you?
 My brother keep me lean, put no tax on me
 I'm in Amiri jeans, sippin' Act' like Corona
 You can't chill in the trap, that's the K, boy you sittin' on it
 You can have these lil' thots, fuck them all, I can't get no more
 You can come to my closet and shop, it's like different stores
 That boy quiet like Kawhi, but he shooting like that nigga Jordan
 Boy, you so fuckin' broke, it's like you gettin' younger
 Good ho, she too young for me, DaeMoney still don't want her
 My heart, that mufucka' cold and its gettin worse
 Who me? The mufuckin' GOAT, I'm just gettin' GOAT-er
 I'm a walkin'-talking karma, I can get her over
 Take his bitch, it's been some weeks that nigga livin' lonely
 We done paralyzed his man, they call that nigga "Soldier"
 Shot his ass, so much brown it's like livin' color
 She coulda caught a case, I was in high-school hittin' mothers
 Bitch, I'm 101, want some done? You gon' get another
 A real Bronx tale, I was raised by my fuckin' uncle
 Eight years old, shootin' dice made my first hunnid'
 I could tell you niggas broke, that's y'all first money
 That shit you lil' niggas flash, thats my Perc' money
 That shit you stashin' that's my "Put it in her purse" money
 You'on know jewelry, boy them stones ain't worth nothin'
 I was seven grabbin' ass in the hallways
 Fresh as hell, wearin' Balmains to the ball-games
 Put a switch on it, hittin' everything without aim
 Niggas dumb, really had money 'fore I had fame
 Chrome Heart druggie, 20 days straight
 Take it to the shoebox, a hunnid' plays straight
 Niggas uppin' throwbacks, tryna save face
 The table long as hell, bitch my whole team sayin' grace, ayy, ayy
 She say I'm annoying, I keep asking "Where the wock at?"
 I'm still on them 30s, and I'm itchin' where our Glock at
 I just scared a good ho away, I need to stop that
 You everywhere I'm not at, I'm turnin' off a Pot Nap
 We just put my new bitch on the road, I got a opp ass
 A-M-G, left for straight', cuz' he a copycat
 I just scared a good ho away, I need to stop that
 Sister gave me 50 for a show, can't even talk back