Theme Music [GTA]

(álbum: Bourbon Street Secrets - 2016)

Yeah
Purps on the Beat, 808 Mafia
Sounds like some fucked up trick or treat music

I took the helicopter home from the Saints game last night
Left the Ferrari at the Dome, I was too drunk to drive
Real Grand Theft Auto lifestyle
I couldn't make the shit up if I tried
Fucked up the game in 2009
It was written in golden ink if I cosign
Major labels was loving on my assembly line
How I be doing mine, selling these rhymes like coke lines
Over time, every time, seeing double
Supersport Chevys, what you know about that muscle
Andretti, you cannot compare me to no busters
Because they don't hustle, they afraid of the struggle
The game will break them niggas down 'til it don't love 'em

Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a car with this, yeah

Wherever the money, I'm running at
With a empty sack
Filling it up and I'm coming back with all that, you need it
I seen you scratch, you can't ignore your itch, you know you need your fix
Chef Boy-Ar-Audio D, serving that choice shit
They on it, they want it
That uncut, that rawness, no footprint
No stretch, no cut, just that straight up
Man, what the fuck
They outside, they lined up
Been waiting for a nigga all month
Knowing that I got another one, another batch still yet to come

Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash
Start a car with this gas, start a war with this cash