GTA VI Video (MV)

Uhh
Grrr Grrr
Bih more pressure than a girl I'd shoot my shot at
I gots to rip this hoe
Shit mandatory
I ain't even have to explain it
Told my bro to stay on point just like a pencil
Or they'll erase you (Trust my word dawg)
Once you get a little money
All these hoes gone want to taste you (Slurp)
Number one hoe hater
My main opp is mother nature (I hate that bitch)
You can call my music ass but I make money with no label (I'm That)
Nigga I put belt to ass
I'm a real human conveyer (That's a bar)
If a nigga spin on me god please send em some prayers (God)
Gone and set a house up for em
Cause he finna meet his maker (He finna met you)
She found out that im a artist
Now she asking me to paint her (That's a bar nigga)
Niggas asking me to drop
Like GTA six
I done took so my many risks
I might need a new wrist
She ain't post on spring break
You might need a new bitch
I ain't got to call hits
Hop out of whips and pull skits
She keep telling me love me
I got mad cause I hae lies
This bitch keep bugging me
I'm finna buy some pesticide
Welcome into roller coaster land
We can flip your ride
You can't be appedexterious
Nigga pick your side
I killed anime
The coup all black like Kilmonger (kill manga)
If you alive then the beef ain't never finished like Hunter x Hunter
We turn shooters into runners
Go from rapper to drummer
I turn 50s into 100s
I turn nothing to abundance
Nigga don't ask me if I write
I'm a professional puncher
And the tape still on the way
So please stop asking bitch it's coming
I drop hit after hit just like a bullseyes
Ain't been this turnt since I dropped cujo
They got Glocks but niggas still die
Told my bro to stay on point just like a pencil
Or they'll erase you (Trust my word dawg)
Once you get a little money
All these hoes gone want to taste you (*Slurp)
Number 1 hoe hater
My main opp is mother nature (I hate that bitch)
You can call my music ass but I make money with no label (I'm That)
Nigga i put belt to ass
I'm a real human conveyer (That's a bar)
If a nigga spin on me god please send em some prayers (God)
Gone and set a house up for em
Cause he finna meet his maker (He finna met you)
She found out that I'm a artist
Now she asking me to paint her (That's a bar nigga)
Damn near everything I say be a bar
I ain't even got a rafe but she say she still see a star
If a nigga think its sweet we stuff em in a cookie jar
If we don't hit em once we spin again call it a par
I can put the bag straight in your hands just like it publics
Niggas really ain't even thugs
Nigga stop that mean mugging
Niggas raps be ran through
They done left the fridge running
Niggas bars don't even shock me
Someone came and unplugged it
Told my bro to stay on point just like a pencil
Or they'll erase you (Trust my word dawg)
Once you get a little money
All these hoes gone want to taste you (*Slurp)
Number 1 hoe hater
My main opp is mother nature (I hate that bitch)
You can call my music ass but I make money with no label (I'm That)
Nigga I put belt to ass
I'm a real human conveyer (That's a bar)
If a nigga spin on me god please send em some prayers (God)
Gone and set a house up for em
Cause he finna meet his maker (He finna met you)
She found out that I'm a artist
Now she asking me to paint her (That's a bar nigga)