GTA (feat. Stu J the Vamp) - Jimmy Teflon

My jeans cost a thousand My whip from the old school Nothin' but bosses around us And you ain't got no pool So much champagne, I drowned in it OG, rolled a pound of it Keep it G, you like the sound of it Came to spend money, who's countin' it? I'm the realest in the drop, just left the dealer In this outfit I'm a killer, tell the coppers I ain't innocent If it's poppin', then I'm in it Own it all, you probably rent it When I talk, you niggas listen Thirty thousand, I'mma spend it Hella bottles in my section Throwin' money on the floor No, I ain't on the guest list I walk right in through the door I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) Mixing gin up with the Tequila Smokin' reefer Got it twisted thinkin' I don't get fucked up Make you a believer Camera's outside, there go young Khalifa No keys, left the 69 inside Cuz my license just expired I'm in my Cadillac I don't drive Hit the club and get so high And I don't really know about yall But all of my niggas got bank I'm payin' for all of these bottles I'm a boss nigga, fuck you think? Good weed, good drink, better clothes Fast cars, club owners let us smoke Grind hard, you don't work hard, you'll never know How it feel, to have a couple niggas that's real Hella bottles in my section Throwin' money on the floor No, I ain't on the guest list I walk right in through the door I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) I'm so turnt up, so turnt up (Get higher!) Get Higher! Get Higher! Get Higher! Get Higher! Get Higher!

Twenty, twenty, twenty, 21st Holla At Us! Woo! Huh? Hahaha! J-A-Y! We gone slide and step My nigga Rev on my left Aye It's 21st bitch ain't nothing else! Give me the drop on the opps What's the ETA? We get niggas gone They gone meet God if we see em play These niggas broke They sit around hoping we see em hate But they don't want smoke Cause my niggas sliding like GTA My niggas sliding like Bitch I'm a don I ain't talking bout Teflon (Uh-huh!) I used to dream about living like this Now I'm that nigga you hate that you slept on (Yeah!) Get in my way and get stepped on Ran up some bands, now my stress gone (I ran it up!) Been having shit since a jit I can't trip when a check blown I can't go out like a lick So the clip on this mother fucking tec long You can get hit with a right, but my left strong (MINK!) We spinning shit like a mother-fucking DJ Price on his head if it's smoke My hitters gone hunt til the mission complete, CJ Word to the families I get to the green Ain't no money in that he say or she say I always look out for my team I remember the nights we was splitting meals three ways nigga! So how could I ever be fake? One thing my mama know about her son is that I make shit happen Whenever I need to, I bet I make the scene shake You can stay on that side and see how far it'll take you Niggas you calling yo brother will snake you San Andreas showed me how shit'll feel when yo rider betray you nigga! Give me the drop on the opps What's the ETA? We get niggas gone They gone meet God if we see em play These niggas broke They sit around hoping we see em hate But they don't want smoke Cause my niggas sliding like GTA We get niggas gone They gone meet God if we see em play These niggas broke They sit around hoping we see em hate Give me the drop on the opps What's the ETA? They don't want smoke Cause my niggas sliding like GTA Huh?