Ayyy
Big GTD man ayyy
Send him up to god like he a kite
Nigga we don't fight
Brodie hit the station he ain't write
My nigga's ain't that type
Tell shordy shake ass up at the light
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
Tell her do it right
I might pop perc tell brodinem pour up that dirty sprite
I might catch a body after that I'm gon hop on a flight
I ain't never steal, if I wanna take it i just might
Bitch I'm him rolling thru yo city blicky on my right
Shooter's on my left
Took a ugly bitch I gave make over and bought her breast
Free the realest keep the rest
Need some M's so I can't rest
Wit no sleep still do it best
Flipping bricks in north and west
Smoking Cali never stressed
Headshot gang don't try hit chest
GTD we throw the cet
In the city we a threat
Lil boy diamonds soon piguet's
Living life wit no regret's
Teacher used to kick me out the class but now I'm hopping off of f*cking jet's
Used to watch they shows but now they pay me
That shit crazy
Lost my brudda only shit that phased me
Yeah that shit changed me
Cruising thru the city in Mercedes
AMG go crazy
Ain't no pulling over if u want me then u got to chase me
Stop chasing them bitches getting money now the bitche's chase me
Had to leave some nigga's out my life if y'all know y'all can't blame
Loyal to that paper all these other bitche's falsely claim me
Called that boa my brudda now that nigga same one tryna take me
Send em up to god like he a kite
Nigga we don't fight
Brodie hit the station he ain't write
My nigga's ain't that type
Tell shordy shake ass up at the light
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
Tell her do it right
I might pop perc tell brodinem pour up that dirty sprite
I might catch a body after that I'm gon hop on a flight
I ain't never steal if I wanna take it I just might
Bitch I'm him rolling thru yo city blicky on my right
Catch a opp say ahhhaa lil bitch I feel like Durk
Pop a perc
Go to work
Boujie bitche's show em cash and they gon twerk
Know it's me when u hear vroom vroom and skrtt
Cause u finna be a shirt
Niggas know u play wit Fendi yeah that shit goin get u hurt
Yeah I'm f*ckin on a nurse
Tell that lil bitch make me food and give me head for that desert
Opp's talk shit up on the net but when i see it i jus smirk
Call up lil bro's tell em lurk
When y'all see dem goofy nigga's yeah y'all put em in the dirt
Cause why they playin on my top
See I'm rich that's why these a nigga's wanna claim me as they opp
Yeah you run up on me promise that shit get yo ass popped
Got some money hit the Stu and now I'm headed to the top
Nigga's goofy hate on me back then but now they ask for Gwap
Imma sign for couple M's and I'm goin still trap
On that block
10 Bandz in my pocket if I ever wanna go an shop
Gotta stop
This a pocket rocket stop sayin a Glock
Me and Dope we sliding back 2 back like nigga where y'all at
Nigga sayin that they touch my brudda nigga why y'all cap
Nigga goofy u can't go back 2 yo black yo ass a rat
Wildin poppin perc's up in the club he finna catch a hat
All yo brudda's died up in the club and you ain't still get back
That shit sad
Man get the f*ck back nigga man
Y'all worried bout the wrong shit man get the f*ck back
GTD Fendi - Summer Anthem Lyrics
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Ayyy
Big GTD man ayyy
Send him up to god like he a kite
Nigga we don't fight
Brodie hit the station he ain't write
My nigga's ain't that type
Tell shordy shake ass up at the light
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
Tell her do it right
I might pop perc tell brodinem pour up that dirty sprite
I might catch a body after that I'm gon hop on a flight
I ain't never steal, if I wanna take it i just might
Bitch I'm him rolling thru yo city blicky on my right
Shooter's on my left
Took a ugly bitch I gave make over and bought her breast
Free the realest keep the rest
Need some M's so I can't rest
Wit no sleep still do it best
Flipping bricks in north and west
Smoking Cali never stressed
Headshot gang don't try hit chest
GTD we throw the cet
In the city we a threat
Lil boy diamonds soon piguet's
Living life wit no regret's
Teacher used to kick me out the class but now I'm hopping off of f*cking jet's
Used to watch they shows but now they pay me
That shit crazy
Lost my brudda only shit that phased me
Yeah that shit changed me
Cruising thru the city in Mercedes
AMG go crazy
Ain't no pulling over if u want me then u got to chase me
Stop chasing them bitches getting money now the bitche's chase me
Had to leave some nigga's out my life if y'all know y'all can't blame
Loyal to that paper all these other bitche's falsely claim me
Called that boa my brudda now that nigga same one tryna take me
Send em up to god like he a kite
Nigga we don't fight
Brodie hit the station he ain't write
My nigga's ain't that type
Tell shordy shake ass up at the light
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
Tell her do it right
I might pop perc tell brodinem pour up that dirty sprite
I might catch a body after that I'm gon hop on a flight
I ain't never steal if I wanna take it I just might
Bitch I'm him rolling thru yo city blicky on my right
Catch a opp say ahhhaa lil bitch I feel like Durk
Pop a perc
Go to work
Boujie bitche's show em cash and they gon twerk
Know it's me when u hear vroom vroom and skrtt
Cause u finna be a shirt
Niggas know u play wit Fendi yeah that shit goin get u hurt
Yeah I'm f*ckin on a nurse
Tell that lil bitch make me food and give me head for that desert
Opp's talk shit up on the net but when i see it i jus smirk
Call up lil bro's tell em lurk
When y'all see dem goofy nigga's yeah y'all put em in the dirt
Cause why they playin on my top
See I'm rich that's why these a nigga's wanna claim me as they opp
Yeah you run up on me promise that shit get yo ass popped
Got some money hit the Stu and now I'm headed to the top
Nigga's goofy hate on me back then but now they ask for Gwap
Imma sign for couple M's and I'm goin still trap
On that block
10 Bandz in my pocket if I ever wanna go an shop
Gotta stop
This a pocket rocket stop sayin a Glock
Me and Dope we sliding back 2 back like nigga where y'all at
Nigga sayin that they touch my brudda nigga why y'all cap
Nigga goofy u can't go back 2 yo black yo ass a rat
Wildin poppin perc's up in the club he finna catch a hat
All yo brudda's died up in the club and you ain't still get back
That shit sad
Man get the f*ck back nigga man
Y'all worried bout the wrong shit man get the f*ck back
Big GTD man ayyy
Send him up to god like he a kite
Nigga we don't fight
Brodie hit the station he ain't write
My nigga's ain't that type
Tell shordy shake ass up at the light
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
Tell her do it right
I might pop perc tell brodinem pour up that dirty sprite
I might catch a body after that I'm gon hop on a flight
I ain't never steal, if I wanna take it i just might
Bitch I'm him rolling thru yo city blicky on my right
Shooter's on my left
Took a ugly bitch I gave make over and bought her breast
Free the realest keep the rest
Need some M's so I can't rest
Wit no sleep still do it best
Flipping bricks in north and west
Smoking Cali never stressed
Headshot gang don't try hit chest
GTD we throw the cet
In the city we a threat
Lil boy diamonds soon piguet's
Living life wit no regret's
Teacher used to kick me out the class but now I'm hopping off of f*cking jet's
Used to watch they shows but now they pay me
That shit crazy
Lost my brudda only shit that phased me
Yeah that shit changed me
Cruising thru the city in Mercedes
AMG go crazy
Ain't no pulling over if u want me then u got to chase me
Stop chasing them bitches getting money now the bitche's chase me
Had to leave some nigga's out my life if y'all know y'all can't blame
Loyal to that paper all these other bitche's falsely claim me
Called that boa my brudda now that nigga same one tryna take me
Send em up to god like he a kite
Nigga we don't fight
Brodie hit the station he ain't write
My nigga's ain't that type
Tell shordy shake ass up at the light
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
Tell her do it right
I might pop perc tell brodinem pour up that dirty sprite
I might catch a body after that I'm gon hop on a flight
I ain't never steal if I wanna take it I just might
Bitch I'm him rolling thru yo city blicky on my right
Catch a opp say ahhhaa lil bitch I feel like Durk
Pop a perc
Go to work
Boujie bitche's show em cash and they gon twerk
Know it's me when u hear vroom vroom and skrtt
Cause u finna be a shirt
Niggas know u play wit Fendi yeah that shit goin get u hurt
Yeah I'm f*ckin on a nurse
Tell that lil bitch make me food and give me head for that desert
Opp's talk shit up on the net but when i see it i jus smirk
Call up lil bro's tell em lurk
When y'all see dem goofy nigga's yeah y'all put em in the dirt
Cause why they playin on my top
See I'm rich that's why these a nigga's wanna claim me as they opp
Yeah you run up on me promise that shit get yo ass popped
Got some money hit the Stu and now I'm headed to the top
Nigga's goofy hate on me back then but now they ask for Gwap
Imma sign for couple M's and I'm goin still trap
On that block
10 Bandz in my pocket if I ever wanna go an shop
Gotta stop
This a pocket rocket stop sayin a Glock
Me and Dope we sliding back 2 back like nigga where y'all at
Nigga sayin that they touch my brudda nigga why y'all cap
Nigga goofy u can't go back 2 yo black yo ass a rat
Wildin poppin perc's up in the club he finna catch a hat
All yo brudda's died up in the club and you ain't still get back
That shit sad
Man get the f*ck back nigga man
Y'all worried bout the wrong shit man get the f*ck back
Writer: GTD Fendi
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