GTA Lyrics – Don Toliver, Kodak Black

Read the complete GTA Lyrics by Don Toliver and Kodak Black along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Shawty going on a hit cause that’s all she knows
40 on me, blow this b!tch like a snotty nose
Young n!gga just got hit with that blick and that’s all she know
They shot up the block party in the bricks, everybody was dropping poles
Hop in the drop pull down on a opp, hop out on his block then pop the top
Draw down the Glock, it’s already cocked
I see the lil’ boy, he get shot in the mouth
I wanna rock, yeah, I wanna rock
N!gga, I don’t wanna talk, n!gga, I wanna rock
I wanna rock, yeah, I wanna rock

N!gga, I don’t wanna talk, n!gga, I wanna rock
Pull down the beam, ain’t nobody see me
Skid off in a demon, word is said
Came through speeding, listening to a CD, we’re taking Percocets
I’m the reason that everybody scared, I’m the reason for all the deaths
I’m the reason these n!ggas mad, these n!ggas mad, these n!ggas mad

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Ayy, n!gga, what you saying? What?
Pick your mans up, uh
All these bands make you jump
Get your head bust, uh
Cut those M’s up, yuh
Everybody scared of us, uh, uh
N!gga, what you saying, what?
Pick your mans up
All these bands make you jump
Get your head bust
Cut those M’s up
Everybody scared of us

[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
First round of business, I done went and got the blicky out (Woo)
Second round of business, I done went and copped the sticky out (Woo)
Third round of business, she done went and copped this, shhh (Lets get it)

Don’t let me crash out (Woo)
I’ll whoop your ass with my hands, I got her ass out, yeah
I’m looking like a goat in here, but I’m a cash cow, yeah
They mail me out for everything when I got them racks out, yeah
These n!ggas out here snitching, how the hell you bail them out?
Let me in, uh, uh
Every name, uh, uh
Every (??), uh, uh
We in here, uh, uh
Keep it clear, uh, uh
Right wheel steering, baby, I can’t hear (Get down)
Riding through the cage, almost hit a deer
Jumping in the whip like I commandeered
Got me a Patron, yes, I highly feared
You say you a freak, put it on my beard
Pull up in a two-tone, it’s kinda weird
Put it on the grill, know we like it seared
Codeine moving wild, know he in the field
Donny moving wild like a Navy SEAL, Donny moving
Shake some, shawty in the strip club, I know she finna quake some
I’ma get a band out that b!tch, I’m finna make some
I’ma get a band out that b!tch, I’m finna make some
I’ma get a—
Let me in, uh, uh
Every name, uh, uh
Every (??), uh, uh
We in here, uh, uh
Keep it clear, uh, uh
Right wheel steering, baby, I can’t hear

[Outro: Kodak Black]
Ayy, n!gga, what you saying? What?
Pick your mans up, uh
All these bands make you jump, get your head bust, uh
Cut those M’s off, yuh
Everybody scared of us, uh, uh