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GPS JB - Undefined (feat. Money Mike) Lyrics



GPS JB - Undefined (feat. Money Mike) Lyrics
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You can't catch my next move keep that bitch undefined
F*ck with me or my crew and you'll get realigned
My whip goin' so fast it was blowin' my mind
Her lips moving so fast she was blowin' my mind
Man, I almost have died just a couple of times
Don't come around I with those negative vibes
Bitch you blowin' my high I need you out my sight
Might have just ruined my night
Don't get left I go right
Better duck with your kids
Better duck with your wife
Know we aiming for lids when this pistol ignite
Leave yo pants with them skids when that beam shining bright
That bitch swallow my kids while she suckin' my pipe
Bitch, I shoot for the stars you just shoot at the sky
I'm so high I'm on Mars you can't see in my eyes
Me 'n bae hittin' licks we like Bonnie and Clyde
I been doin' this shit but I do on the side
In the fusion I ride
Me and bro boutta slide
We gon' rob you for five from you suckin' off guys
Trynna rob me you fried
I've seen my momma cry
Bitch, I been on my grind and I rap on the side
The way I play the game it isn't fair; I got the cheat codes
Shit aint free for me it's only free to shoot a free throw
These rappers talking cheese
Cooked 'em up got me a Cheetoh
California king gettin' topped up by a freak hoe
Yo bitch want me to scoop her like some salsa on a frito
Boy you's a bitch homies cant compare to me though
If a bitch ain't freaky, make her freaky with some Tito's
Your bitch trynna be sneaky little did she know that he told
Roll up a blunt
Stimulating my mind
I can't see through the smoke so now its hard to drive
They be asking me why
Bitch, I been on my grind
You can't put out the flame, even stars gotta shine
I will pull up right now
I don't wait 'till tonight
You throw dirt on my name then we gon' have to fight
Overnight I took flight like a dunk cam for Sprite
You do shit out of spite so I can't be polite
I'm just keepin' real, bro
It's f*ck how you feel
Got my girl on her knees like when cap on the field
You just act like you real with those lies you conceal
Give yo heart time to heal when the truth is revealed
I'm the king of this shit and I don't got to flex
And I'm one of a kind
No I'm not like the rest
I might pour me a drink, spark a blunt when I'm stressed
Got me feelin' so blessed 'cause I got out this mess
I got friends that sell dope, I got fam doin' life
In the V8 I'm speedin' all you hear is the pipes
In the field like a zebra, I earned all my stripes
And they say they get money, I'm gettin' all types
I can vibe by myself, I don't need no one else
I'm maintainin' my health while progressin' my wealth
And that's grown man shit, if I say so myself
I just brushed that shit off; played the cards I was dealt yeah
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You can't catch my next move keep that bitch undefined
F*ck with me or my crew and you'll get realigned
My whip goin' so fast it was blowin' my mind
Her lips moving so fast she was blowin' my mind
Man, I almost have died just a couple of times
Don't come around I with those negative vibes
Bitch you blowin' my high I need you out my sight
Might have just ruined my night
Don't get left I go right
Better duck with your kids
Better duck with your wife
Know we aiming for lids when this pistol ignite
Leave yo pants with them skids when that beam shining bright
That bitch swallow my kids while she suckin' my pipe
Bitch, I shoot for the stars you just shoot at the sky
I'm so high I'm on Mars you can't see in my eyes
Me 'n bae hittin' licks we like Bonnie and Clyde
I been doin' this shit but I do on the side
In the fusion I ride
Me and bro boutta slide
We gon' rob you for five from you suckin' off guys
Trynna rob me you fried
I've seen my momma cry
Bitch, I been on my grind and I rap on the side
The way I play the game it isn't fair; I got the cheat codes
Shit aint free for me it's only free to shoot a free throw
These rappers talking cheese
Cooked 'em up got me a Cheetoh
California king gettin' topped up by a freak hoe
Yo bitch want me to scoop her like some salsa on a frito
Boy you's a bitch homies cant compare to me though
If a bitch ain't freaky, make her freaky with some Tito's
Your bitch trynna be sneaky little did she know that he told
Roll up a blunt
Stimulating my mind
I can't see through the smoke so now its hard to drive
They be asking me why
Bitch, I been on my grind
You can't put out the flame, even stars gotta shine
I will pull up right now
I don't wait 'till tonight
You throw dirt on my name then we gon' have to fight
Overnight I took flight like a dunk cam for Sprite
You do shit out of spite so I can't be polite
I'm just keepin' real, bro
It's f*ck how you feel
Got my girl on her knees like when cap on the field
You just act like you real with those lies you conceal
Give yo heart time to heal when the truth is revealed
I'm the king of this shit and I don't got to flex
And I'm one of a kind
No I'm not like the rest
I might pour me a drink, spark a blunt when I'm stressed
Got me feelin' so blessed 'cause I got out this mess
I got friends that sell dope, I got fam doin' life
In the V8 I'm speedin' all you hear is the pipes
In the field like a zebra, I earned all my stripes
And they say they get money, I'm gettin' all types
I can vibe by myself, I don't need no one else
I'm maintainin' my health while progressin' my wealth
And that's grown man shit, if I say so myself
I just brushed that shit off; played the cards I was dealt yeah
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Writer: Josh Bartko, Mike Erwin
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Performed By: GPS JB
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Josh Bartko, Mike Erwin

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