GT*

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[Intro]

Jay Trench

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]

GT Turbo

Don't disturbo

I hit the swerveo

Missed the curbo

I keep the burn-up

I check the thermostat it's hot

I check the thermostat it's litty

Niggas know me, I came from the city

I like my tings dark skin, sadiki

Put all type of

Put all type of smoke in the air

Put all type of smoke in the city

[Verse 1: Lancey foux]

I just roll my sleeve, it might get tricky

Get swipe and delete, get swept off

I'm getting right where I left off

I'm getting pyroteched off

I'm getting pyrotеchnical

Kickin' it by a pedigree

Kickin' it by a pedigree

Diesеl bag, smellin' me

Diesel bag, smellin' me

I geek up the 4, let's go

I smoke me a old petrol

I'm on the road, no show

I put 5% on my whip

I do my horror show

I put private lens on my jeep

I ain't gotta' say no more

Tell her bring her friends and that's it

Stash house, starting full

We park the Benz at the crib

[Verse 2: Cadell]

I put my heart where I stick with my circle

Big [?]

I got a pack, not mist and Churchill

Learnt how to hide it, I'm going commercial

I done took charge of so many Germans you would've thought I was Angela Merkel

You woulda' thought I was standing with Özil

Whip it in, after my name is [?]

Look like a mouse, with a [?] in my [?]

Posting up [?]

Liars and scammers and trappers and murderous thieves

Bitch you ain't getting a Birkin from me

Bitch really blow out your big back, please

Returning the favour, she got McD's

Return of the mac, just know I'm back

It hurts to the core that I dig that deep

Always see Roman Road that's my fucking ends that's my shit

I don't rep no postcode, just my fucking friends and that's it

And I got chrome at heart