[Verse]
You off serving three pills
The Glock by the steering wheel
You must think you Obama, huh?
You ridin' 'round causin' problems
You think nobody gon' solve 'em
You think you John Gotti, huh?
You wanna hit him in his brain
Then go and get a change of paint
He think this Grand Theft Auto
You steady actin' like a boss
N***a, you only half a star
But this ain't Grand Theft Auto, though
You ridin' 'round with a chopper
You wanna hit him and his mama
You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh?
'Stead you hit him and his friends
Then post it all on Instagram
You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh?
You off ten different pills
Then cryin' 'bout, "Why I'm up in jail?"
'Cause this ain't Grand Theft Auto, foe
And now you cryin' 'cause he told
Your killer went out like a ho
Yeah, this ain't Grand Theft Auto, huh?
You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh?
You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh?
You must think this Grand Theft Auto, huh?
Shit, n***a
I think this Grand Theft Auto, bitch
I'm finna ball out at the club
And shoot it up if n***as mug
I think this Grand Theft Auto
I think life a game
You all on side of me, like, "Bitch, you wanna race"
My life is Grand Theft Auto
I'm off all type of drugs
Tell my P.O. hold dick and the judge
I think this Grand Theft Auto
I'm a rockstar
Just crashed another Bentley in the wall
I think this Grand Theft Auto
You wanna bang, I wanna ball
But I'll slime you up in Gucci in the mall
I think this Grand Theft Auto
Now we up in Neiman Marcus
Put some money on your head, now you a target
I think this Grand Theft Auto
N***a, what you wanna do?
It's really who I'm finna shoot?
I think this Grand Theft Auto
N***a, what you wanna do?
It's really who I'm finna shoot?
I think this Grand Theft Auto
[Outro]
N***a, that, n***a, this, n***a livin' this life
Man, it's 2020 out here
N***as out here thuggin', but
Shit, man, n***a
If he thuggin', don't be cryin' about the pills and all that, man
N***as be crazy out here, man
Shit
N***a done shot ten n***as on camera
Cryin' about, "Why I'm up in jail?" and all that, n***a
N***a, you shot a n***a in front of the police station, bro
Whining and shit, n***a
N***as be clowns, dawg
N***a, if you thuggin', then you thuggin'
Man, n***a
Stop tellin', stop tellin' the truth, n***a
This ain't Grand Theft Auto, foe
It sound cool, though, this is real life
Grand Theft Auto shit is cool, though
'Til a n***a get in jail and n***as cryin'
Man, Free Drakeo, he ain't do nothin' wrong
Sheesh
Damn, like that, Joog?
Can you fly the hook back in now, Joog?
You must think this Grand Theft Auto, huh?
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