Los Santos gta 5 rap by Xpertthief Lyrics

[Intro]
Okay

[Verse]
In the streets with an automatic
Good kid with some bad habits
You old school like dang nabbit
We jump fools, ain't talkin' rabbit

My whip game on Indiana
Ain't worried bout it like Montana
Ain't in my league you got no manner
And I sit you down cause I can't stand ya

Don't tell me what I gotta do
Do what I do; it's not up to you
If you not the crew then we knockin' you
Two times the crew (just to prove the truth)

My new crib on that high life
Smoke fools but not high, right?
Bought a new jet on that sky life
And we'll find you like a sky light
Throw shots call it happy hour
Long day im'a hit the shower
Race time
Can I pace rhymes?
In my rear view like its FaceTime

First in the club, I need to get a sprunk
You was in the boat til the boat sunk
Pistol popping any psycho punk
And I ball hard, slam dunk

Never drunk got clear vision
Can't compromise my inhibitions
When it's mission time got tight decisions
My snipe game's on elite precision

My smart pistols an AP
Don't play me, I'm on daily
Turn to you to a zombie; call it Day-Z
And have your whole crew pushing daisies

Get it cracking like crashing titans
Free fall til my grips tighten
Parachute so my view is heightened
And land on em' like "Who's dying?"
Foot down on that gas pedal
First place, gold medal
Gold plated; got hot metal
One hot shot turn a player mental

Hop-scotch when I dodge cops
Hit top speed on that crotch-rocket
Anybody wanna step up?
Then step down and spec some yo?

[Outro]
Uh Yeah
Just woke up