GTA 6

By Foolio

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[Intro]

Uh uh uh

Shoot that shit

I don’t like spin on the opps

It ain’t fun no more

They don’t come outside

6


[Chorus]

Just hit they block

We got that shit, on lock

The opps don’t make that fun fun

And im so thirsty to bust this drac’

I swear Ima shoot

Soon as I see some

Ridin’ 4 deep, we got 4 heads

And its body counts on each gun

Drop my name inside your diss

Gon’ make me drop one of you peans


[Verse 1]

Hit the lights and drop the windows

You won’t make it home for christmas

Like the way lil bro had swung that door

And sat on top that window

Crackas pull over my car

We going fed with all these pistols

Between me ride with cojak

And that a bondo full of killas

Kill a opp make him a stack

Gon’ turn his name into a trend

Turn his name into a block

And turn my opps into my fans

She a freak inside them sheets

But she a doctor on the gram

Im moving forward with all my beef

Try and dodge these shots gonna need a ram


[Verse 2]

Turn a opp into a star

Turn his name into a block

Roll a opp inside a gar

She wanna fuck me i said nah

Ask me for money im like huh

Get off your shit bitch get you a job

Say i sell drugs is you the cops

6 i heard you got all the Glocks

6 i heads you callin the shots

Wanna be famous put them on fox

Can post in the hood

12 smackin the blocks

From the east to the west

Boy we got it on lock

We got that shit hot


[Chorus]

We got that shit on lock

The opps dont make it fun fun

And im so thirst to bust this drac

I swear ima shoot soon as i see some

Ridin’ 4 deep we got 4 heads

And its body counts on each gun

Drop my name inside your diss

Gon’ make me drop one of your peans

Turn a opp into a star

Turn his name into a block

Roll a opp in a cigar

Say she wanna fuck me im like nah