GTA VI - Drakeo The Ruler

You off serving three pills

The Glock by the steering wheel

You must think you Obama, huh?

You ridin' 'round causin' problems

You think nobody gon' solve 'em

You think you John Gotti, huh?

You wanna hit him in his brain

Then go and get a change of paint

He think this Grand Theft Auto

You steady actin' like a boss

Nigga, you only half a star

But this ain’t Grand Theft Auto, though

You ridin' 'round with a chopper

You wanna hit him and his mama

You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh?

Instead you hit him and his friends

Then post it all on Instagram

You think this Grand Theft Auto

You off ten different pills

Then cryin' 'bout, «Why I’m up in jail?»

'Cause this ain’t Grand Theft Auto, bro

And now you cryin' 'cause he told

Your killer went out like a hoe

Yeah, this ain’t Grand Theft Auto, huh?

You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh?

You think this Grand Theft Auto, huh?

You must think this Grand Theft Auto, huh?

Shit, nigga

I think this Grand Theft Auto, bitch

I’m finna ball out at the club

And shoot it up if niggas mug

I think this Grand Theft Auto

I think life a game

You all on side of me, like, «Bitch, you wanna race»

My life is Grand Theft Auto

I’m off all type of drugs

Tell my P.O.

hold dick and the judge

I think this Grand Theft Auto

I’m a rockstar

Just crashed another Bentley in the wall

I think this Grand Theft Auto

He wanna bang, I wanna ball

But I’ll slime em' up in Gucci in the mall

I think this Grand Theft Auto

Now we up in Neiman Marcus

Put some money on your head, now you a target

I think this Grand Theft Auto

Nigga, what you wanna do?

It’s really who I’m finna shoot?

I think this Grand Theft Auto

Nigga, what you wanna do?

It’s really who I’m finna shoot?

I think this Grand Theft Auto

Shit nigga

Nigga y’all know the song I ain’t doin' all that

Nigga this is Grand Theft Auto bitch

Grand Theft Auto

Weird ass niggas

Niggas doin' all this killer shit

Till niggas go to jail cryin' and shit, bitch

Ain’t got time for all that

Man, nigga, this, nigga livin' this life

Man, it’s 2020 out here

Niggas out here thuggin', but

Shit, man, nigga

If he thuggin', don’t be cryin' about the pills and all that, man

Niggas be crazy out here, man, shit

Nigga done shot ten niggas on camera

Cryin' about, «Why I’m up in jail?»

and all that, nigga

Nigga, you shot a nigga in front of the police station, bro

Whining and shit, nigga

Niggas be clowns, bro

Nigga, if you thuggin', then you thuggin'

Man, nigga

Stop tellin', stop tellin' the truth, nigga

This ain’t Grand Theft Auto, bro

It sound cool, though, this is real life

Grand Theft Auto shit is cool, though

'Til a nigga get in jail and niggas cryin'

Man, Free Drakeo, he ain’t do nothin' wrong

Sheesh

Damn, like that, Joog?

Can you fly the hook back in now, Joog?