vvs - g.t. lyrics
[intro: g.t.]
(cartel)
y’all don’t know nothin’ ’bout no cartel, lil’ n*gga (ferno, you spazzin’)
f*ck outta here, n*gga
you ain’t never split sh*t up the middle, boy
yeah (thizzle bring the heat, boy), yeah, yeah
[chorus: g.t. & lil yee]
mask on when i use the blender
a thousand dollars for my denim
twenty racks in my right pocket
half of that, i’ll have them k!ll you
stock 20 fn, favorite pistol
chrome heart hoodie with a quarter in it
watch your mouth and keep your distance
we still hit l!cks up a half a million
we h*lla straight, n*gga, every day, we gettin’ cake
me and all my n*ggas
i pour a four, i smoke a zip
n*gga, every day to clеar my mental
ayy, call my ho, tell her clеan my pistol
say, g.t., you know i’m with you
this new gt benz too official
we still mess up, go hop out rentals
[verse 1: g.t.]
high as the hills, fly as an eagle
make racks that’s legal and illegal
chillin’, sittin’ talkin’ with the plug
takin’ shots of casamigos
[verse 2: lil yee]
man, i don’t even know them people
what the f*ck you talkin’ for?
man, i don’t even know them people
who the f*ck you talkin’ to?
this rolex hit like it’s illegal
that’s just my alter ego
my brand new charms, they came from reno
that b*tch childish gambino
[verse 3: g.t.]
come through, make a movie, throw a fifty, me and tarantino
we play our hand, we make the chips, just like we just hit the casino
lil’ n*gga, why you hatin’ on me for?
all i wanna do is get them c notes
down in the bay, i f*ck with the ‘bows
when i’m back at home, i f*ck with the blow
[verse 4: lil yee]
you doin’ too much, ayy, no, i don’t
i’m with the wave, you ridin’ the boat
i keep screamin’ out, “ayy, free lil tone”
b*tch, free lil tone
[chorus: g.t. & lil yee]
mask on when i use the blender
a thousand dollars for my denim
twenty racks in my right pocket
half of that, i’ll have them k!ll you
stock 20 fn, favorite pistol
chrome heart hoodie with a quarter in it
watch your mouth and keep your distance
we still hit l!cks up a half a million
we h*lla straight, n*gga, every day, we gettin’ cake
me and all my n*ggas
i pour a four, i smoke a zip
n*gga, every day to clear my mental
ayy, call my ho, tell her clean my pistol
say, g.t., you know i’m with you
this new gt benz too official
we still mess up, go hop out rentals
[outro: lil yee & g.t.]
vvs on my neck, that sh*t pressure
and your baby mama just bust a date then left a trap on the dresser (ayy)
lil’ dog, i ain’t even f*ck your ho, but she came out of that necklace
i rock twenty*six forgiatios and i ride around real reckless (ayy, skrrt)
i rock twenty*six forgiatios and i ride around real reckless
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