Going Long G.T. (Ft. Babyface Ray)

[Intro: G.T.]
(Hoodrich Keem? Yeah, I'm thinkin' about signin' that guy)
Just hopped off the jet, nigga, hahaha
Yeah (48hrs a day, you hear me?)
Wavy Face, talk to 'em
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Count it up, late night, air mattress
Flyin' private, touch down, hit ratchet
Codeine, main thing got attachments
Saint Laurent, I might mix it with the leather

[Verse 2: G.T.]
I serve blow fiends, and I do it with a passion
This shit so clean, if I don't hit it, it's blue magic
Man, I got pilot seats, in that Range when we be stabbin' off
Just made a hundred thousand all pros, I'm 'bout to jack it all

[Verse 3: Babyface Ray & G.T.]
She say, "Let me put my number in your phone"
Almost cried, man, I almost lost a hundred on the road
I performed and looked and seen your baby mama at my show
Businessman, hands all in it, I'm like Ghost (I'm like Ghost)
Them gunners with me, young niggas only blowin' smoke