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GT lyrics by SpaceGhostPurrp

Intro
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GT, slidin’ in a GT
You can catch a young nigga ridin’ in a GT
Slidin’, wervin’ lane to lane, man, you know that I’m the mane
Man, I go insane, man, I do this off the brain
GT, slidin’ in a GT
Keep the toolie on me, nigga don’t want beef
Put a nigga ass to sleep
I don’t give a fuck, the hollow tip’ll make a nigga sleep
Hunnid Block, you know we reppin’ Uptown all day
North Miami Uptown shit, we got to keep the ‘K
If you call my brother up, Dee, he’ll let it spray
You come down to Miami with that flexin’, you will die today
GT, slidin’ in a GT
These niggas don’t want no pressure wit’ that CC
You already know what you reppin’, Stro City
You already know y’all don’t want no war wit’ me
You don’t want no war wit’ us
Dade County 305, Miami, yeah, we run it up
Yeah, we gettin’ bands and you know we don’t give a fuck
Bands’ll make her dance, so you that she gon’ give it up
But I don’t gotta pay for her
She gon’ do this shit for free ‘cause you know shawty fuck wit’ me
Slidin’ in a GT, ridin’ in a GT, yeah, I rep CC
These niggas ain’t friendly
But when we all come through, we wet the scene
Yeah, you know we on the scene
My nigga ?, my nigga Nell, you know my brothers fuck wit’ me
Dough2x he keep the heat, he rep the Ville, he rep the ?
You know you— Boy, you love that beef
Slidin’ in a GT, ridin’ in a GT, slidin’ in a GT
GT, ridin’ in a GT
Y’all niggas don’t want no beef
Y’all niggas ain’t in these streets
I’m ducked off, nigga, fuck these streets
Y’all niggas ain’t finna catch me
Y’all niggas don’t wanna catch heat
‘Cause you know when we do, we catch ?, nigga
GT, slidin’ in a GT
I don’t give a fuck, swervin’ lane to lane, y’all don’t want it wit’ me
I love bands and yellow bitches
Yeah, you know we gettin’ richer
Mind your business if you got a issue, nigga, stretch the issue
Pussy nigga, stretch the issue
Guarantee the TEC’ll hit you
305, we runnin’ shit
You know we comin’ through in this bitch and yeah, we wreckin’ shit
GT, slidin’ in a GT
Brand new Laguna Jeans, I still rock Laguna jeans
Shoutout to my dawg, ?
Shoutout to my dawg, ?
Shoutout to my dawg, ?
Young ?, what it do? I’m still YFN
You already know, SGP, I’mma win
GT, slidin’ in a GT
R.I.P. Stro Gang, y’all niggas don’t want beef
R.I.P Bo Gang, R.I.P. J to the I to the double T
You know who the fuck we be
CCM, they fuck wit’ me, ?, they fuck wit’ me
Slidin’ in that GT, ridin’ in that GT
Red-on-red Corvette, yeah, you know I get the TEC
Come through, put the fuckin’ pistol to yo’ fuckin neck
Slidin’ in a GT
Fresh as fuck and fly as hell, y’all niggas don’t want these
Hands at ya’ face, nigga, put you in your place
Keep the bands in my hands, man, you know I run the place