gta (Explicit)
DDG"gta (Explicit)" is a song by DDG, released in 2025 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:30 long and contains 109 lines and 614 words.
Lyrics
0:01Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
0:02Hmm yeah
0:05Hmm
0:07Okay
0:10I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
0:12How many M's can I add to my will
0:14Rollie rose gold
0:15I don't really **** with steel
0:17All these n***as fake
0:18But somehow I keep it real yeah
0:20That n***a a *****
0:20He posting guns just for likes
0:22Taking boxing classes
0:23But nobody out here fight
0:24I like ratchet bad *******
0:25Detroit women just my type
0:27Know that p***y out of control
0:28She might make me miss my flight
0:29On the 'net I'm goin' crazy
0:30I can't help but up my price
0:32N***a think he know me 'cause he see on that site
0:34Rock Balenciaga boots
0:35I'm 6'5 it up my height
0:37Vvs gon' make it bright hundred thousand
0:39That **** light ha
0:40I'm pickin' streamers over rappers
0:41They be boring
0:42I can't chill with 'em yeah
0:43Don't cut my hand off
0:44I can't feel n***as
0:45I can't feel n***as
0:46I'm 6'2 bankroll Crip blue yeah
0:48I be standin' on the money
0:49Just to make me feel bigger ha
0:51I don't let these n***as 'round me
0:52They don't act like us
0:53They don't act like us
0:53These n***as must think they Zoey
0:55They chat too much
0:56Chat too much
0:56And they cap too much
0:57I shoot straps too much baow
0:58I up racks too much ha
1:00My little ***** thick as hell
1:01A*s fat as **** ****
1:02Bottega on my body
1:03Can somebody add me up
1:04Add me up
1:05H*es love me I'm rich
1:07His and hers for my ***** *****
1:08Glock came with a switch
1:09I'm tryna shoot **** on Twitch ha
1:11If I'm goin' anywhere
1:12You know I'm bringing my blick blick
1:13Play with DDG and we gon' take the stream on a hit
1:15I done seen n***as get rich
1:17And seen n***as snitch ha
1:19In GTA n***a we don't play
1:21I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
1:23How many M's can I add to my will
1:25Rollie rose gold
1:26I don't really **** with steel
1:28All these n***as fake
1:29But somehow I keep it real yeah
1:31That n***a a *****
1:31He posting guns just for likes
1:33Taking boxing classes
1:34But nobody out here fight
1:35I like ratchet bad *******
1:36Detroit women just my type
1:38Know that p***y out of control
1:39She might make me miss my flight
1:40She know I'm from Pontiac
1:41And she know that's right up the street
1:43She said she gon' ride down 6 mile
1:44To come and **** with me
1:46On the road *****
1:46I can't sit down I gotta stay on my feet
1:48Making hits and that's the stick now
1:49Like running backs and cleats
1:51N***as knowin' that I'm one-of-one
1:52I don't rap for fun or none
1:53Went to Booby Trap
1:54I can't keep track
1:55I threw a ton of ones
1:56Hit it from the back
1:57But she gon' never meet my son or nothin'
1:58I'm just tryna crack
1:59I ain't got time to fall in love or nothin'
2:01I got a bus full of h*es
2:03What's the ETA
2:04Tryna kill that p***y
2:05But I'm talkin' 'bout in GTA
2:06I got more money than half the n***as in the NBA
2:09N***as talkin' crazy on the 'net 'til we put B to A
2:12I'm just tryna make a hundred mil'
2:14How many M's can I add to my will
2:16Rollie rose gold
2:17I don't really **** with steel
2:19All these n***as fake
2:20But somehow I keep it real yeah
2:21That n***a a *****
2:22He posting guns just for likes
2:24Taking boxing classes
2:25But nobody out here fight
2:26I like ratchet bad *******
2:27Detroit women just my type
2:29Know that p***y out of control
2:30She might make me miss my flight
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Hmm yeah Hmm Okay 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 **** with steel All these n***as fake But somehow I keep it real yeah That n***a a ***** He posting guns just for likes Taking boxing classes But nobody out here fight I like ratchet bad ******* Detroit women just my type Know that p***y out of control She might make me miss my flight On the 'net I'm goin' crazy I can't help but up my price N***a 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 **** light ha I'm pickin' streamers over rappers They be boring I can't chill with 'em yeah Don't cut my hand off I can't feel n***as I can't feel n***as I'm 6'2 bankroll Crip blue yeah I be standin' on the money Just to make me feel bigger ha I don't let these n***as 'round me They don't act like us They don't act like us These n***as 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 ***** thick as hell A*s fat as **** **** Bottega on my body Can somebody add me up Add me up H*es love me I'm rich His and hers for my ***** ***** Glock came with a switch I'm tryna shoot **** on Twitch ha If I'm goin' 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***as get rich And seen n***as snitch ha In GTA n***a we don't play 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 **** with steel All these n***as fake But somehow I keep it real yeah That n***a a ***** He posting guns just for likes Taking boxing classes But nobody out here fight I like ratchet bad ******* Detroit women just my type Know that p***y out of control She might make me miss my flight 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 **** with me On the road ***** 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***as knowin' 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 nothin' I'm just tryna crack I ain't got time to fall in love or nothin' I got a bus full of h*es What's the ETA Tryna kill that p***y But I'm talkin' 'bout in GTA I got more money than half the n***as in the NBA N***as talkin' crazy on the 'net 'til we put B to A 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 **** with steel All these n***as fake But somehow I keep it real yeah That n***a a ***** He posting guns just for likes Taking boxing classes But nobody out here fight I like ratchet bad ******* Detroit women just my type Know that p***y out of control She might make me miss my flight
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