Meek Mill – GTA (ft. 42 Dugg) (Audio, Lyrics)

Date 2020-11-22

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music

Meek Mill is here with “GTA” featuring 42 Dugg. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Xander & Papamitrou.

Meek Mill Gta

Meek Mill Gta

Meek Mill had a hectic week that began with a local rapper from Philadelphia declaring a ban on Meek Mill. It all began after Meek told rappers from the city to stop beefing in exchange for a record deal. Ultimately, a back-and-forth ensued until Meek realized that it was probably best he just lays low off of social media for a while but he did confirm that he had new music arriving at the end of the week. He kept his promise.

Quarantine Pack is another four-song offering. Stacked with features, Meek gave the world a little something until we get his official follow-up to CHAMPIONSHIPS. Teaming up with Detriot’s next-up 42 Dugg, Meek Mill delivers an icy banger on, “GTA.” Dream Chasers in-house producer Nick Papz holds down the production with icy keys and bouncy 808s. Meek and Dugg leave no room for a hook, going back to back with a barrage of bars that includes a shout out to Lisa Raye, rapping, “Fuckin’ on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray.” Clearly, she’s still on his mind.

Meek Mill – GTA (ft. 42 Dugg) (prod. Xander & Papamitrou)

Lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Certain shit I don’t even say
Certain shit ain’t no need to say
Yeah, big chasers, big chasers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Hood nigga, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA
Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what’s the ETA?
Fuckin’ on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray
Niggas say it’s up with me, it’s stuck with me, shit, either way
Watching all you weirdos on the ‘Gram, it ain’t no need to say
Who the realest in this shit? I took a stance to lead the way
I don’t want no smoke with you, I see you, you ‘gon plead your case
‘Cause my nigga ‘gon go at you, and I’m ‘gon tell him, “Bleed the brakes” (Brrr)
Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain’t no checkin’ in
I told the promoter, “We can’t bring them drums, then we ain’t steppin’ in”
No rollin’ over, we got lawyer money, don’t do no questionin’
Magnolia soldier, we gon’ make it clap, shooters like Stephen and we Warriors
Comin’ down Collins, ’bout to fuck Story up
Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria
Fly her to Bali, she ain’t tripping, she on the tour with us
Poppin’ that pussy, actin’ different, she doin’ more for us (She acting different-different)
Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin’, yeah
Spin back, we ’bout to get even, yeah (Brrr)
Niggas said it ain’t no smoke with me, you better leave it there
‘Cause if I see y’all niggas be poppin’ out, I put it even there, for real
Ooh (Brr—Brrrr), I turned shorty up
Sipping on that 1942, I got my .40 tucked
Oh, you got your 42, nigga, I got 40 of ’em
I rock Carties, you can’t see my eyes ’cause I be pouring up
RIP my young boy, that’s Osama, hit my shawty up
Told me never trust a stripping bitch ’cause that’s what caught him up
Every time you catch me in some shit, it cost like four and up
Caught your homie lackin’ at the light, so shit, we tore it up
Feds came and grabbed you ’bout them bricks, that’s when he brought me up (Yeah, yeah)
(Feds came and grabbed him ’bout them bricks, that’s when he brought me up, ayy)

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
I been riding with choppas, aces, I’m glad you brought him up
RIP my uncle, free my young’un, bitch we Audi’ed up
I heard you fucked around, I’m fuckin’ now, I like to pass shit
I had sixty out of sixty-two, I’m talking bad bitches
I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit
I’m vibin’ on fast whips, I might go Lamb’ truck
I’m blowing it out if I get jammed up, them niggas ran, what?
Threw his shit back if he ran up, Meek asked, cuz
I make it jump then get it gone, nigga, ask Bud
I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-Blood
I’m half-rapper, whole-trapper, I got bad luck
Turned into Mamba when it’s drama, I don’t pass much
I post dawg and get cutty, I’ma shack somethin’ (Yeah)
And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin’ (Yeah)
I ain’t been selling too much crack, bitch, I got racks comin’
Tell my bitch I love her
And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tell that bitch it’s “Fuck her”

[Outro: 42 Dugg]
Boy and her are eating, nigga, I can’t wait to up it
Bitch-ass niggas
Free them boys

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