GTR Freestyle

[Intro]
Uh, uh
Uh, where I'm from we carry llamas
Where I'm from we shoot informers, 'formers
Yeah, that Henny got me wavy and shit, know what I'm sayin'
A little wavy, know what I'm sayin' we in the cut man
Woo, pulled up in a GTR
MG4L, Augusta Ave Boyz, know what I'm sayin'?
Our wave, Vanauley Walk, you know how we rockin'
GTR

[Verse]
I just pulled up in a GTR
And I'm a presser, but I'm not comin' from BFR
Run him down, he won't make it to the E&R
My aim on point, but I don't squeeze from far
Pass the keys to car, it's a speedin' car
Waitress send the bottles over, I don't see the bar
I just pulled off in a Rover, like I'm leaving Mars
Fly like Peter Pan, Neverland, what I leave him on
Gucci collars, hoochie mamas, they was never used to dollars
She see me up in the club, she send her number, I don't call her
Dead guys in my marijuana
Where I'm from we carry llamas
Where I'm from we shoot informers
When we see him, he a goner
And these little niggas on my line
They don't know I be on their block like all the time
Who knows? I might just hit up your block tonight
Who knows? I might just make someone drop tonight
I hit a lick there's something cookin' in my pot tonight
You gettin' pitched don't make me catch you 'round my block tonight
She on my dick, she say her nigga never hit it right
And I'm done scoring on your block until you niggas ride
Make his body fly, make his momma cry (She cryin')
Make his shorty choose, right after he die (He dyin')
He livin' a lie, he livin' a lie (He lyin')
He ain't never slide, he ain't let it fly (He never slide)
Free all my niggas in boxes
For you I'm burying in boxes
For you, I'm droppin' a coffin
All these opps got me coughin'
All this lean got me nauseous
In the club on a mod tip
In the club wit' da dawgsdem
She with you but she watchin'
Look at my diamonds and look on the timing
They lookin' as soon as we walk in
He want some clout off my name or clout off my game
Well, what will it cost him?
Who is he? I'll cross him
That's your nigga who shot him
That's your nigga who dropped him
You really must be exhausted
Flip a nigga no cost
I'ma do it for free if it's for the cause
Flip a nigga for my dawgs
I'm back in the spot, I'm watching the box
For the kicks, what's the cost?
Christian Louboutin
My bitch Yves Saint Laurent
You cannot be what I'm on, gang!