เนื้อเพลง GTA - Meek Mill

[Meek Mill:]
Certain sh*t I don't even say
Certain sh*t ain't no need to say
Yeah, big chasers, big chasers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

Hood n*gga, choppa to the jet, sh*t like GTA
Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what's the ETA?
F*ckin' on this oiled lightskin b*tch, look like Lisa Ray
N*ggas say it's up with me, it's stuck with me, sh*t, either way
Watching all you weirdos on the 'Gram, it ain't no need to say
Who the realest in this sh*t? I took a stance to lead the way
I don't want no smoke with you, I see you, you 'gon plead your case
'Cause my n*gga 'gon go at you, and I'm 'gon tell him, "Blead the brakes"
Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain't no checkin' in
I told the promoter, "We can't bring them drums, then we ain't steppin' in"
No rollin' over, we got lawyer money, don't do no questionin'
Magnolia soldier, we gon' make it clap, shooters like Stephen and we Warriors
Comin' down Collins, 'bout to f*ck Story up
Wake up in Cali, bad b*tch, Waldorf Astoria
Fly her to Bali, she ain't tripping, she on the tour with us
Poppin' that p*ssy, actin' different, she doin' more for us
Big racks, we got that b*tch tweakin', yeah
Spin back, we 'bout to get even, yeah
N*ggas said it ain't no smoke with me, you better leave it there
'Cause if I see y'all n*ggas be poppin' out, I put it even there
Yeah, for real
Ooh, I turned shorty up
Sipping on that 1942, I got my.40 tucked
Oh, you got your 42, n*gga, I got 40 of 'em
I rock Carties, you can't see my eyes 'cause I be pouring up
RIP my young boy, that's Osama, hit my shawty up
Told me never trust a stripper b*tch 'cause that's what caught him up
Every time you catch me in some sh*t, it caught like four and up
Caught your homie lackin' at the light, so sh*t, we tore it up
Feds came and grabbed you 'bout them bricks
That's when he brought me up
Feds came and grabbed him 'bout them bricks
That's when he brought me up, aye

[42 Dugg]
I been riding with choppas, aces, I'm glad you brought him up
RIP my uncle, free my youngin, b*tch we Audi'ed up
I heard you f*cked around, I'm f*ckin' now, I like to pass sh*t
I had sixty outta sixty-two, I'm talking bad b*tches
I talk cash sh*t, I like to crash sh*t, I'm vibin' on fast whips
I might go Lamb truck, I'm blowing it out if I get jammed up
Them n*ggas ran, what? Threw his sh*t back if he ran up
Meek asked cause, I make it jump then get it gone, n*gga ask Bud
I got his b*tch singing my songs and she half-Blood
I'm half-rapper, whole trapper, I got bad luck
Turned into Mamba when it's drama, I don't pass much
I post dawg and get cutty, I'ma shack somethin'
And every time we double back, my n*ggas whack somethin'
I ain't been selling too much crack, b*tch I got racks comin'
Tell my b*tch I love her
And if you catch her cheating, n*gga, tell that b*tch it's f*ck her

Boy and her are eating, n*gga I can't wait to up it
B*tch ass n*ggas
Free them boys