GTB - Jay Silva

Don’t give a fuck about no bitch

Givenchy drip

Don’t check about no Italian drip

Don’t give a fuck about no bitch

Cause I get the bag and I did them trips

Gucci linen looking so crisp

Buss down on my wrist looking cliss

Count the bags and I made them flip

Tryna get these bands to the ceiling

Givenchy drip

Don’t check about no Italian drip

Don’t give a fuck about no bitch

Cause I get the bag and I did them trips

Gucci linen looking so crisp

Buss down on my wrist looking cliss

Count the bags and I made them flip

Tryna get these bands to the ceiling

GTB till it’s over

Get the bag fuck a romance

Drive the whip like it’s stolen

Gelato that I blow

Dripping in Chanel like I’m crossing from Dover

Tell that girl to bend over

She never talks back she just listens

She just listens, don’t give her no commitment

Can you smell the aroma

Versace on my bag that’s medusa

When I want to lay low

I phone up Jimmy for the rari’s and rovers

She took me for a joke

She thinks I’m Portugese but I am Angolan

caution

Cali weed I’m feeling so nauseous

Mix the sprite with the purple

I can never live life with no purpose

With the sticks and the burners

They give verbal but they move so nervous

Don’t give a fuck about no bitch

Givenchy drip

Don’t check about no Italian drip

Don’t give a fuck about no bitch

Cause I get the bag and I did them trips

Gucci linen looking so crisp

Buss down on my wrist looking cliss

Count the bags and I made them flip

Tryna get these bands to the ceiling

Givenchy drip

Don’t check about no Italian drip

Don’t give a fuck about no bitch

Cause I get the bag and I did them trips

Gucci linen looking so crisp

Buss down on my wrist looking cliss

Count the bags and I made them flip

Tryna get these bands to the ceiling