Dee Rack$ - Gps Lyrics

I don't want success over peace
But i know it costs a lot to get a piece
Want a bank account that's looking like a SSN
I won't send you message I don't even text friends
In the challenger but really it's a rental coupe
Sliding in the Kia Forte that's my favorite coupe (favorite coupe)
I don't do no rims I'm riding stock
Back in '16 catch me on the block then (block then)
Now I'm in the studio and locked in
Young Dow Jones I'm just working on my stock yeah
Like a young Roy Jones jr. boxing (boxing)
Really You're too friendly you're an opp

I won't go along with your lie
On the road gotta GPS to guap
On the road gotta GPS to guap
On the road gotta GPS to guap
Aye aye aye aye
On the road gotta GPS to guap
On the road gotta GPS to guap
On the road gotta GPS to guap

You are not fam
She's a block head
Shawty backbone
Really think she solid yeah
Gotta a lotta shit that's weighing on my conscious yea
On the way to getting bread we're making sandwiches
In the challenger but really it's a rental coupe
Put together pieces to the puzzle like a rubix cube
Told me shit will change in the end but it never do
Everything is timing pray I got when its due

I won't go along with your lie
On the road gotta GPS to guap
On the road gotta GPS to guap
On the road gotta GPS to guap
Aye aye aye aye
On the road gotta GPS to guap
On the road gotta GPS to guap
On the road gotta GPS to guap