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Gudda Chyld - GTA Lyrics

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Gudda Chyld - GTA Lyrics




Ya heard me, 13, 17, ya heard me, 1-3, 1-7, Chyld's Plvy, bitch
Look, hood nigga, come up in the trenches, he won't make it out
Talkin' shit, once I bring that shit, bet I flush him out
Uptown livin', got that call, said he at his grandma's house

Shotguns out, at that shotgun house, boom, he off the couch
I ain't the type, to type a threat up, I won't make one either (naa)
His Drac won't make it to this shoot, I'm on like Justin Bieber
I can do this shit alone, or I could call up on my people

But I swear to God, you'll call on Jesus once you see a demon (yeah)
Shots buckin' like Milwaukee, once I catch that nigga walkin
She keep tellin' you she healin', that's because the way I f*cked her (yeah)
I ain't never touched a million, but I'm stuntin' off my hustle

I'm a skinny nigga, flexin' once I pull up in that muscle
Ain't no struggle, all that barking at the mouth, gon' get you muffled with this muzzle
Goin' Duffy in a duffel, VL bag, VL buckle
Cut my right hand off, jigsaw shit, got me puzzled

Double back and killed the friend like Melly, oh well nigga f*ck it
Nigga don't want no smoke, nigga don't want no smoke
Dirty cat with the Draco, that's a baby K with my Calico (ahuh)
Creepin' in that Malibu, turn an opp nigga to a slideshow

Walk down with the flashing lights, got him feelin' like it's a fashion show
Bookoo niggas with sticks and drums, would've sworn, this bitch was St. Aug (ahuh)
I'll leave a nigga in his mask stiff, cause I handle mines like a big dog
Get stepped on, got cleats on, we T'd up, they P'd off

Jammed dick all in his bitch, with the condom stuck when it slid off (ha ha)
Then it slid off, then it spin back, Uptown niggas did that
Runnin' with that AK like Kamara, who y'all blitz'n at?
Got the lo at the corner store, I just hit Kee and I let him know

13th to the 17th, see double C's and double O's (oh oh)
VL nigga got the TVs and the VVS's
XD's, had him dancin', had him strippin' like my ex
Bitch, youngins yanked his mama necklace when they caught her ass for Essence

Smith and Wesson with the FN, ain't no flexin', we gon' bless him
Yoppas with the aids dick, hope you brought protection
It's gon' be some open wounds and a lot of closed caskets (ha)
Them niggas cap, boy, your team lyin

All that story tellin', nigga, you saw what happened to King Von? (Ahuh)
Scratch that, I'ma bring it back
R.I.P. Travain, cousin laid to rest (huh)
Swarmin through in them f*ckin jackets

I'll let it buzz with the Georgia Tec (huh)
Double back when I'm spinnin' back (huh)
I'll split them poles like the luck was bad (huh)
Shootin' niggas while flippin' hoes, transform his bed to a body bag

Zip that, broomsticks in the closet, no custodian (woo)
Rocket power, slime a nigga out, Nickelodeon (woo)
Pocket rocket, we crime-startin', they crime-stoppin' us
Got this Nina switchin' out the dick, transgen or somethin

Who they think they flexin' on and threatenin' on?
No steppin' on, I'm a landmine
His bitch call, I reject the call, made his life decline (woo, woo, woo)
No friends of mines, gon' handle mines, I got the time

Love the way, my drip falls, I got the water
No alkaline lil' nigga
(Love the way, my drip falls, I got the water
No alkaline lil' nigga)
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Ya heard me, 13, 17, ya heard me, 1-3, 1-7, Chyld's Plvy, bitch
Look, hood nigga, come up in the trenches, he won't make it out
Talkin' shit, once I bring that shit, bet I flush him out
Uptown livin', got that call, said he at his grandma's house

Shotguns out, at that shotgun house, boom, he off the couch
I ain't the type, to type a threat up, I won't make one either (naa)
His Drac won't make it to this shoot, I'm on like Justin Bieber
I can do this shit alone, or I could call up on my people

But I swear to God, you'll call on Jesus once you see a demon (yeah)
Shots buckin' like Milwaukee, once I catch that nigga walkin
She keep tellin' you she healin', that's because the way I f*cked her (yeah)
I ain't never touched a million, but I'm stuntin' off my hustle

I'm a skinny nigga, flexin' once I pull up in that muscle
Ain't no struggle, all that barking at the mouth, gon' get you muffled with this muzzle
Goin' Duffy in a duffel, VL bag, VL buckle
Cut my right hand off, jigsaw shit, got me puzzled

Double back and killed the friend like Melly, oh well nigga f*ck it
Nigga don't want no smoke, nigga don't want no smoke
Dirty cat with the Draco, that's a baby K with my Calico (ahuh)
Creepin' in that Malibu, turn an opp nigga to a slideshow

Walk down with the flashing lights, got him feelin' like it's a fashion show
Bookoo niggas with sticks and drums, would've sworn, this bitch was St. Aug (ahuh)
I'll leave a nigga in his mask stiff, cause I handle mines like a big dog
Get stepped on, got cleats on, we T'd up, they P'd off

Jammed dick all in his bitch, with the condom stuck when it slid off (ha ha)
Then it slid off, then it spin back, Uptown niggas did that
Runnin' with that AK like Kamara, who y'all blitz'n at?
Got the lo at the corner store, I just hit Kee and I let him know

13th to the 17th, see double C's and double O's (oh oh)
VL nigga got the TVs and the VVS's
XD's, had him dancin', had him strippin' like my ex
Bitch, youngins yanked his mama necklace when they caught her ass for Essence

Smith and Wesson with the FN, ain't no flexin', we gon' bless him
Yoppas with the aids dick, hope you brought protection
It's gon' be some open wounds and a lot of closed caskets (ha)
Them niggas cap, boy, your team lyin

All that story tellin', nigga, you saw what happened to King Von? (Ahuh)
Scratch that, I'ma bring it back
R.I.P. Travain, cousin laid to rest (huh)
Swarmin through in them f*ckin jackets

I'll let it buzz with the Georgia Tec (huh)
Double back when I'm spinnin' back (huh)
I'll split them poles like the luck was bad (huh)
Shootin' niggas while flippin' hoes, transform his bed to a body bag

Zip that, broomsticks in the closet, no custodian (woo)
Rocket power, slime a nigga out, Nickelodeon (woo)
Pocket rocket, we crime-startin', they crime-stoppin' us
Got this Nina switchin' out the dick, transgen or somethin

Who they think they flexin' on and threatenin' on?
No steppin' on, I'm a landmine
His bitch call, I reject the call, made his life decline (woo, woo, woo)
No friends of mines, gon' handle mines, I got the time

Love the way, my drip falls, I got the water
No alkaline lil' nigga
(Love the way, my drip falls, I got the water
No alkaline lil' nigga)
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Writer: DeJean Johnson
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Performed By: Gudda Chyld
Length: 2:30
Written by: DeJean Johnson

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