Went Legit G.T. (Ft. Larry June)
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[Intro: G.T.]
(Simmie made this gangsta shit) Brrt, brrt, brrt
Let's go, yeah (Pin my nigga Larry in it)
Come on, come on, come on, for real, for real (My nigga, pull them cards out, man)
Let's go, let's go (Talk that shit up)
[Verse 1: G.T.]
Ayy, born in '91, I came up off that Snoop and Dre shit
My pops used to bang Scarface, I loved the way that bass hit
Comin' down off Master P, then Nate Dogg and Warren G
Spend my childhood in the streets, they used to call me lil' G
Got older, youngin with Daytona, that bitch cost a hundred G
Out in Cali with the grower, you think money don't even grow on trees
Seventy just for the motor, Forgiatos got it sittin' mean
Product of the dope game, you ain't ever touched a triple-beam
No Dolce, but I do Celine, Rover got the pilot seats
It's crazy what they do for cheese, some work they whole life, don't get it
Nigga, what you doin' now? No time for reminiscin' (For real)
I'm ballin' out for all the times I had no pot to piss in
[Chorus: G.T.]
Take the T-top— take the T-top off my 86, bangin' Rick James' greatest hits
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit, even the ones that ain't even got no tint
[?][1:07], you can't even fuck on my bitch
Take the T-top off my 86, bangin' Rick James' greatest hits
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit, even the ones that ain't even got no tint
[?], you can't even fuck on my bitch
(Simmie made this gangsta shit) Brrt, brrt, brrt
Let's go, yeah (Pin my nigga Larry in it)
Come on, come on, come on, for real, for real (My nigga, pull them cards out, man)
Let's go, let's go (Talk that shit up)
[Verse 1: G.T.]
Ayy, born in '91, I came up off that Snoop and Dre shit
My pops used to bang Scarface, I loved the way that bass hit
Comin' down off Master P, then Nate Dogg and Warren G
Spend my childhood in the streets, they used to call me lil' G
Got older, youngin with Daytona, that bitch cost a hundred G
Out in Cali with the grower, you think money don't even grow on trees
Seventy just for the motor, Forgiatos got it sittin' mean
Product of the dope game, you ain't ever touched a triple-beam
No Dolce, but I do Celine, Rover got the pilot seats
It's crazy what they do for cheese, some work they whole life, don't get it
Nigga, what you doin' now? No time for reminiscin' (For real)
I'm ballin' out for all the times I had no pot to piss in
[Chorus: G.T.]
Take the T-top— take the T-top off my 86, bangin' Rick James' greatest hits
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit, even the ones that ain't even got no tint
[?][1:07], you can't even fuck on my bitch
Take the T-top off my 86, bangin' Rick James' greatest hits
I'm a fuckin' ghetto boy that went legit
We own all our shit, even the ones that ain't even got no tint
[?], you can't even fuck on my bitch
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