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You off serving three pills The Glock by the steering wheel You must think you Obama, huh? You ridin' 'round causin' problems You think nobody gon' solve 'em You think you John Gotti, huh? You wanna hit him in his brain Then go and get a change of paint He think this Grand Theft Auto You steady actin' like a boss Nigga, you only half a star But this ain't Grand Theft Auto, though You ridin' 'round with a chopper You wanna hit him and his mama You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? 'Stead you hit him and his friends Then post it all on Instagram You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? You off ten different pills Then cryin' 'bout, "Why I'm up in jail?" 'Cause this ain't Grand Theft Auto, foe And now you cryin' 'cause he told Your killer went out like a ho Yeah, this ain't Grand Theft Auto, huh? You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? Letras de cancionesYou must think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? Shit, nigga I think this Grand Theft Auto, bitch I'm finna ball out at the club And shoot it up if niggas mug I think this Grand Theft Auto I think life a game You all on side of me, like, "Bitch, you wanna race" My life is Grand Theft Auto I'm off all type of drugs Tell my P.O. hold dick and the judge I think this Grand Theft Auto I'm a rockstar Just crashed another Bentley in the wall I think this Grand Theft Auto You wanna bang, I wanna ball But I'll slime you up in Gucci in the mall I think this Grand Theft Auto Now we up in Neiman Marcus Put some money on your head, now you a target I think this Grand Theft Auto Nigga, what you wanna do? It's really who I'm finna shoot? I think this Grand Theft Auto Nigga, what you wanna do? It's really who I'm finna shoot? I think this Grand Theft Auto Nigga, that, nigga, this, nigga livin' this life Man, it's 2020 out here Niggas out here thuggin', but Shit, man, nigga If he thuggin', don't be cryin' about the pills and all that, man Niggas be crazy out here, man Shit Nigga done shot ten niggas on camera Cryin' about, "Why I'm up in jail?" and all that, nigga Nigga, you shot a nigga in front of the police station, bro Whining and shit, nigga Niggas be clowns, dawg Nigga, if you thuggin', then you thuggin' Man, nigga Stop tellin', stop tellin' the truth, nigga This ain't Grand Theft Auto, foe It sound cool, though, this is real life Grand Theft Auto shit is cool, though 'Til a nigga get in jail and niggas cryin' Man, Free Drakeo, he ain't do nothin' wrong Sheesh Damn, like that, Joog? Can you fly the hook back in now, Joog? You must think this Grand Theft Auto, huh? (Thank you for using GTL) From Letras Mania