GT - The Interview lyrics

[Verse: G.T.] Naw I don't wanna do no verse My n***a Keep playing, We'll put you in the dirt My n***a My n***a got a .45 by his shirt My n***a He rolling, He done came up out his shirt My n***a [Verse: Rocaine] .45 turn a n***a purple My n***a Put a n***a face on a shirt My n***a Pull up and I'll wet his a**, and skrt My n***a Yo mommy and yo whole fam hurt My n***a [Verse: G.T.] I bet they ain't gone put in no work My n***a Lay down on they block until they murk them n***as I can introduce you to the dope game n***a Try to run off with the work You'll meet Rocaine n***a [Verse: Rocaine] And yeah I'm pulling up And its curtains n***a I ain't got no muthaf**ing worries n***a Aye I fell like Curry n***a When I shoot, I'm gone hit I don't miss my n***a [Verse: G.T.] This my muthaf**ing life I don't write this sh** I had my clio try it out He ain't like that sh** I was down everyday n***as changed It's brazy Had to put that work I know some n***as that's lazy [Verse: Rocaine] Damn Who the f** keep on selling hit rock Just copped the whole thang, Hope she got on big draws Boss up lil n***a, Call me big dog Got you in a muthaf**a with the lights drawn [Verse: G.T.] Aye Be cool young n***a Before I get pissed off Before your bed touch down It get picked off We move that weight Go state to state You can't get sh** off They grab my mans the other day They feds got tipped off [Verse: Rocaine] Brody off the E pills Like a rock star f** with pounds Know as five bands on one card And my phone slapping hard Now I'm low charge .40 charged I'll get yo a** right n***a Pop the fields with dead a** white people [Verse: G.T.] Yeah I serve everybody But be careful with the white people I'm tryna make a couple hunnid With the right people Speaking Spanish, That's bilingual sh** from Meco, That's illegal [Verse: Rocaine] f** boys, Being broke I don't like neither Got girl catch a DMV Case I I.D. her And I'm in Cali n***a With my senorita Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet Then its hasta vista