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gta - ddg lyrics

[intro: ddg]
yeah
hmm, yeah
hmm
okay

[chorus: ddg]
i’m just tryna make a hundred mil’
how many m’s can i add to my will?
rollie rose gold, i don’t really f*ck with steel (you weren’t even a cool breeze for my man taz)
all these n*ggas fake, but somehow i keep it real, yeah
that n*gga a b*tch, he posting guns just for likes
taking boxing classes, but n0body out here fight
i like ratchet bad b*tches, detroit women just my type
know that p*ssy out of control, she might make me miss my flight

[verse 1: ddg & sk!lla baby]
on the ‘net i’m goin’ crazy, i can’t help but up my price
n*gga think he know me ’cause he see on that site
rock balenciaga boots, i’m 6’5″, it up my height
vvs gon’ make it bright, hundred thousand, that sh*t light (ha)

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
i’m pickin’ streamers over rappers, they be boring, i can’t chill with ’em (yeah)
don’t cut my hand off, i can’t feel n*ggas (i can’t feel n*ggas)
i’m 6’2″, bankroll crip blue (yeah)
i be standin’ on the money just to make me feel bigger (ha)
i don’t let these n*ggas ’round me, they don’t act like us (they don’t act like us)
these n*ggas must think they zoey, they chat too much (chat too much)
and they cap too much, i shoot straps too much (baow)
i up racks too much (ha)
my little b*tch thick as h*ll, ass fat as f*ck (f*ck)
bottega on my body, can somebody add me up? (add me up)
hoes love me, i’m rich, his and hers for my b*tch (b*tch)
glock came with a switch, i’m tryna shoot sh*t on twitch (ha)
if i’m goin’ anywhere, you know i’m bringing my bl!ck (bl!ck)
play with ddg and we gon’ take the stream on a hit
i done seen n*ggas get rich and seen n*ggas snitch (ha)
in gta, n*gga, we don’t play
[chorus: ddg]
i’m just tryna make a hundred mil’
how many m’s can i add to my will?
rollie rose gold, i don’t really f*ck with steel
all these n*ggas fake, but somehow i keep it real, yeah
that n*gga a b*tch, he posting guns just for likes
taking boxing classes, but n0body out here fight
i like ratchet bad b*tches, detroit women just my type
know that p*ssy out of control, she might make me miss my flight

[verse 3: ddg]
she know i’m from pontiac and she know that’s right up the street
she said she gon’ ride down 6 mile to come and f*ck with me
on the road, b*tch, i can’t sit down, i gotta stay on my feet
making hits and that’s the stick now like running backs and cleats
n*ggas knowin’ that i’m one*of*one, i don’t rap for fun or none
went to b00by trap, i can’t keep track, i threw a ton of ones
hit it from the back, but she gon’ never meet my son or nothin’
i’m just tryna crack, i ain’t got time to fall in love or nothin’
i got a bus full of hoes, what’s the eta?
tryna k!ll that p*ssy, but i’m talkin’ ’bout in gta
i got more money than half the n*ggas in the nba
n*ggas talkin’ crazy on the ‘net ’til we put b to a

[chorus: ddg]
i’m just tryna make a hundred mil’
how many m’s can i add to my will?
rollie rose gold, i don’t really f*ck with steel
all these n*ggas fake, but somehow i keep it real, yeah
that n*gga a b*tch, he posting guns just for likes
taking boxing classes, but n0body out here fight
i like ratchet bad b*tches, detroit women just my type
know that p*ssy out of control, she might make me miss my flight

- ddg lyrics

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