"GT." lyrics

Oh my God, oh my God
G, G
Huh

Bitch, it's the group
Bitch, it's the group, okay (Okay)
Jump out the booth, step in the coupe
Chop off the roof, let's race (Let's race)
Jump out the roof, let's eat (Let's eat)
My Chase bank swole, so many 0's
The teller said, "OMG" (OMG)
The bitch said, "OM-" (OMG)

G (Oh my God), G (G), G (G), G (G)
G (G), G (G), G (G), G (G)
T (T), T (T), T (T), T (T)
T (T), T (T), T (T), T (T)

You niggas don't understand me (Don't understand)
You bitches don't understand me (Don't understand)
You isn't cousin or family (Cousin or fam)
You isn't brother or sister (Brother or sis)
I just like studio picture (Studio pics)
I need a double like whammy (Double like whammy)
As if he wasn't asleep, don't say a peep
When we get that Grammy (We get that Grammy)

It's time for me to talk my shit
Lil' bitch, I must admit it
To all the ones who slept on me
You see, I won't forget it
When I step inside the room
That's it, you're done, you're finished (Done)
Huh, you're finished (Done)
Yeah, you're finished

On GT I'm the MVP
Gimme my ring
On GT I'm the MVP
Gimme my, gimme my, gimme my-
Even if I wasn't who I am, I'd be T
Even if I wasn't with my team, it's still-

G (G), G (G), G (G), G (G)
G (G), G (G), G (G), G (G)
T (T), T (T), T (T), T (T)
T (T), T (T), T (T), T (T)

GT