GT 63 lyrics
by Baby Money
[Intro]
Hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
GT 63, Rollie cost a sixty-piece
It's more than a half a ticket when you mention me
Cut the air on in the foreign, don't let the coupe leak
Pop a Perc' and drop an eight or I get mood swing
Two watches, two freaks, old chops with new beefs
One hood with four streets, got a Sprite full of codeine
These n*ggas scared to come outside, I'm singin' MO3
How the f*ck he twenty-four and he an OG?
[Verse 1]
I heard Hutch mold your chain, the game mold me
If I fall off, I got a hundred racks in jeans
Quarter in ice, all the Rollie diamonds factory
I pay him nicest when he shoot, he got accuracy
My pants a thousand, each pants, n*gga, half a G
Make all them n*ggas pay higher since they mad at me
Drive 392, 5.56 make you crash your Jeep
And we ridin' with a switch if you fast on feet
Any n*gga do attempts won't last for a week
I cop the V.I.P. in three days, I was coppin' a P
Put a sixty on your head and let your mama see you
Expensive pain in the beef, I'm just copyin' Meek
[Chorus]
GT 63, Rollie cost a sixty-piece
It's more than a half a ticket when you mention me
Cut the air on in the foreign, don't let the coupe leak
Pop a Perc' and drop an eight or I get mood swing
Two watches, two freaks, old chops with new beefs
One hood with four streets, got a Sprite full of codeine
These n*ggas scared to come outside, I'm singin' MO3
How the f*ck he twenty-four and he an OG?
[Verse 2]
How the f*ck he twenty-four and he served me?
If God f*ck with the work, I'll serve Jesus
Enough Amiri in my closet to go serve Neimans
I put Mercedes to the side, now we swerve Bimmers
I lost my mind for a minute
I couldn't even lie, I lost my grind for a minute
They took my left hand, how I'ma shine without my n*gga?
They took my best friend, I would've died with my n*gga
Suicide tryna get us, we ride V12s
See the proof, we get the M's, we like D12
I got the scoop to get they mans, bring me details
A hypebeast, I paid ten instead of retail
Run up they block, 40 in hand like I'm Ezal
[Chorus]
GT 63, Rollie cost a sixty-piece
It's more than a half a ticket when you mention me
Cut the air on in the foreign, don't let the coupe leak
Pop a Perc' and drop an eight or I get mood swing
Two watches, two freaks, old chops with new beefs
One hood with four streets, got a Sprite full of codeine
These n*ggas scared to come outside, I'm singin' MO3
How the f*ck he twenty-four and he an OG?