GTA Lyrics – DDG

Read the full GTA lyrics by DDG along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy DDG's music, you can also explore Fine shyt and Man on a mission, two other songs by DDG.

[Intro: DDG]
Yeah
Hmm, yeah
Hmm
Okay

[Chorus: DDG]
I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
How many M's can I add to my will?
Rollie rose gold, I don't really fu*k with steel (You weren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
All these n!ggas fake, but somehow I keep it real, yeah
That n!gga a b!tch, he posting guns just for likes
Taking boxing classes, but nobody out here fight
I like ratchet bad b!tches, Detroit women just my type
Know that pu*sy out of control, she might make me miss my flight

[Verse 1: DDG & Skilla Baby]
On the 'net I'm going crazy, I can't help but up my price
N!gga think he know me 'cause he see on that site
Rock Balenciaga boots, I'm 6'5", it up my height
VVS gon' make it bright, hundred thousand, that s*it light (Ha)

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
I'm picking streamers over rappers, they be boring, I can't chill with 'em, yeah
Don't cut my hand off, I can't feel n!ggas (I can't feel n!ggas)
I'm 6'2", bankroll Crip blue, yeah
I be standing on the money just to make me feel bigger (Ha)
I don't let these n!ggas 'round me, they don't act like us (They don't act like us)
These n!ggas must think they Zoey, they chat too much (Chat too much)
And they cap too much, I shoot straps too much (Baow)
I up racks too much (Ha)
My little b!tch thick as hell, ass fat as fu*k (Fu*k)
Bottega on my body, can somebody add me up? (Add me up)
Hoes love me, I'm rich, his and hers for my b!tch (B!tch)
Glock came with a switch, I'm tryna shoot s*it on Twitch (Ha)
If I'm going anywhere, you know I'm bringing my blick (Blick)
Play with DDG and we gon' take the stream on a hit
I done seen n!ggas get rich and seen n!ggas snitch (Ha)
In GTA, n!gga, we don't play

[Chorus: DDG]
I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
How many M's can I add to my will?
Rollie rose gold, I don't really fu*k with steel
All these n!ggas fake, but somehow I keep it real, yeah
That n!gga a b!tch, he posting guns just for likes
Taking boxing classes, but nobody out here fight
I like ratchet bad b!tches, Detroit women just my type
Know that pu*sy out of control, she might make me miss my flight

[Verse 3: DDG]
She know I'm from Pontiac and she know that's right up the street
She said she gon' ride down 6 mile to come and fu*k with me
On the road, b!tch, I can't sit down, I gotta stay on my feet
Making hits and that's the stick now like running backs and cleats
N!ggas knowing that I'm one-of-one, I don't rap for fun or none
Went to Booby Trap, I can't keep track, I threw a ton of ones
Hit it from the back, but she gon' never meet my son or nothing
I'm just tryna crack, I ain't got time to fall in love or nothing
I got a bus full of hoes, what's the ETA?
Tryna kill that pu*sy, but I'm talking 'bout in GTA
I got more money than half the n!ggas in the NBA
N!ggas talking crazy on the 'net 'til we put B to A

[Chorus: DDG]
I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
How many M's can I add to my will?
Rollie rose gold, I don't really fu*k with steel
All these n!ggas fake, but somehow I keep it real, yeah
That n!gga a b!tch, he posting guns just for likes
Taking boxing classes, but nobody out here fight
I like ratchet bad b!tches, Detroit women just my type
Know that pu*sy out of control, she might make me miss my flight