Xpertthief - Los Santos (gta 5 rap) lyrics

In the streets with an automatic. Good kid with some bad habits. You old school like dang nabbit. We jump fools, ain't talkin' rabbit. My whip game on Indiana. Ain't worried bout it like Montana. Ain't in my league you got no manner. And I sit you down cause I can't stand ya. Don't tell me what I gotta do. Do what I do it's not up to you. If you not the crew then we knockin' you, two times the crew (just to prove the truth) My new crib on that high life. Smoke fools but not high right? Bought a new jet on that sky life. And we'll find you like a sky light. Throw shots call it happy hour. Long day im'a hit the shower. Race time can I pace rhymes in my rear view like its, FaceTime. First in the club I need to get a sprunk. You was in the boat til the boat sunk. Pistol popping any psycho punk and I ball hard, slam dunk. Never drunk got clear vision. Can't compromise my inhibitions. When it's mission time got tight decisions. My snipe game's on elite precision. My smart pistols an AP. Don't play me. I'm on daily Turn to you to a zombie call it Day-Z And have your whole crew pushing daisies Get it cracking like crashing titans Free fall til my grips tighten Parachute so my view is heightened and land on em' like who's dying Foot down on that gas pedal First place, gold medal Gold plated; got hot metal when hot shot turn a player mental Hop-scotch when I dodge cops hit top speed on that crotch-rocket Anybody wanna step up then step down and spit some yo