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GOT DAMN `Gunna`

York, uh, me and a few joints 'Bout to meet at the Clearport, uh, look for the Rolls Royce On and off the jet, goddamn (Goddamn) Uh, I don't get no rest, goddamn (Goddamn) I want my respect, goddamn (Damn

bread & butter `Gunna`

Goin' all out when it's 'bout that bread and butter They'll kill for clout, I put that on my dead brother, yeah He talk so much, I showed him I'm a real hunter Won't say it, but he know I still got real

back at it `Gunna`

[Chorus] Back at it Smokin' this 'Scotti, this shit startin' to hit like it's crack in it The boy got the rock and he sleep at the top like a crack addict Two racks just for the tank top, you niggas is

let it breathe (feat. Roddy Ricch) `Gunna`

the war came I was blinded by that light, now I see everything Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (Oh) I'm still waitin' on my moment Give a damn

rodeo dr `Gunna`

Yeah [Chorus] And I'm right back on Rodeo Still got some boys on the payroll You niggas still sippin' Karo (Yeah) She with a P in LA at the condo, we 'bout to eat Maggiano's (Yeah) Helpin' the P out, so

i was just thinking `Gunna`

These boys claim they want war, well, I'm war-ready I had to bake cake for the boy 'cause he playin' petty I was so focused on the top and I'm still at it They try to provoke me to stop, no, I won't, damn

back in the a `Gunna`

And I'm right back in the A Smooth, I ain't leavin' no trace (Smooth) Racks on me (Racks), racks on me, fresh out the chase You got it off the display ('Splay), I got it from the runway I got it (I got

podcast `Gunna`

podcast (Podcast) Uh, they can hear the Bentley when I drive past (Skrrt-skrrt) Let them take a picture, forever last (Forever last) Care whatever you do, you better not never crash (Nah) Audemar ain't got

biting my game `Gunna`

Chop up the brain Speed out in flames (skrrt) Crib is insane (insane) Stones in my chain (stones) Money, power and fame (power and fame) Niggas risking their life for these millions Bitin' my game I got

forever be mine (feat. Wizkid) `Gunna`

She know I'm one a of a kind She don't see none of these guys She know I don't do no womanizin' I stroke her and give her massages I push her and tell her to strive Rolls Phantom, I let her recline (damn

sakpase `Gunna`

Brand new racks, ándale I'm connected through checks, and got pounds of this cake (yeah) West LA when I'm not in that A (west) Ride a Benz Six-trey and a gun metal grey (yeah) Pop my way, can't get out

club house `Gunna`

Full amount) I see millions and billions, these racks for my well-being I take my bitch to go skiin' 'cause she cold ('Cause she cold) I'm whippin' a European, I'm pickin' up cash in yen (Oh) My name got

trio `Gunna`

the kid, don't know why, I'm just tryin' hit the bank, get another deposit (Another one) Fuck all that clout, it's a motherfuckin' drought, you go broke, they ain't gon' do nothin' about it (Yeah) I got

on one tonight `Gunna`

that-, oh Yeah That's a good one, Pete Yeah, yeah I went to AP, spent two hundred K, they sold me the frost, rainbow face They hope I fall off, ain't no way I might be alright, but it ain't okay Niggas got

cfwm `Gunna`

speed Went straight to the source, ain't no man in between G6 is for us, and my main needs Celine Leather Moto coat, had three chains on my jeans Playin' I go loco, I'm insane 'bout this cream Hunnids I got

showed em `Gunna`

it, I showed 'em (I showed 'em) Thought I wasn't goin' to do it, I showed 'em (I showed 'em) Millions off of music, I sold (I sold) International, I went global (went global) He shiver when I spit, I got

neck on a yacht `Gunna`

lock Rockin' some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot Turn this shit back up a notch, fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout I'm back with these racks out the bank Like Titanic, they want me to sink Got

rare occasion `Gunna`

All these niggas fake, they got too many faces Wunna I'm pullin' up, then it's a rare occasion (rare occasion) Fans say I'm amazin', all my shit be wavy (shit be wavy) On one, got it on fire, he'll set

bottom `Gunna`

Woah, woah) Lot of you copyin' Here for the profits (Woah, woah) Find you a hobby 'Cause it's bread on your noggin' [Verse 1] I'm lettin' the energy build up Then show these lil' niggas you brick tough Got

born rich `Gunna`

Live life, pay when you move, it feel like Monopoly, yeah [Pre-Chorus] And we goin' rich You fuck with me, your baby gon' be born rich You fuck with me, get a son of a don, bitch Do what you want, but I got

i can't feel my face (feat. Nechie) `Gunna`

win an award (mhm) Coupe with suicide doors (mhm) Lil' bitty bitch don't know what's happenin' I'm really rich, I don't do it for the 'Gram Now I drop heat like a torch (mhm, mhm, mm) She say the Lamb' got

go crazy `Gunna`

rap and this life can get crazy [Verse 1] Off the porch and didn't know where to go (Where to go) Cross the street with my dawg, yeah, the woe' (The woe') Being me made it harder to grow Still went up, got

fuck witcha boy `Gunna`

Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy Take me a helicopter, land in Punta Cana Got me a business lawyer help insure I'm covered I'm pushing and lifting it up, I'm 'bout to cut up this summer Uh

treesh `Gunna`

And shorty be doin' her thing 'Cause she for the streets and still got a man (And still got a man) Ain't gotta speak, and I ain't pressed She want the D, I be like, "Ah" She wanna eat, she on a diet Only

HIM ALL ALONG `Gunna`

Scrooge McDuck, got one of my rooms all flooded with gold (Gold) I done bought two, four, five, six, seven, eight karats in stones (In stones) Cash on the California couch, can't wait to go dress my

prada dem (feat. Offset) `Gunna`

I got the swag, Prada them Shawty havin' drip, proud of them (Proud of them) Boarded on the jet, out of here (Out of here) 2024 our year (Our year) Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em (Killin' 'em) Steppin

$$$ (feat. Normani) `Gunna`

spillin', drippin' new gear Money on my mind, eyes in the rear, yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Ah (Yeah) Ah (Yeah) Dollar sign, dollar sign Dollar sign, dollar sign Heart of mine, hard to find, got

gp `Gunna`

back (Hit her from the back) Bitch, I'm a bad boy (Boy), put her on the tab Allergic to broke and I heard it's contagious Been rappin' all night and I count it up daily (Count it) Breakin' her back, got

whatsapp (wassam) `Gunna`

nigga, I don't want your contact I know many men, they pray I don't win I still gotta ride with the compact I'm ridin' the Cullinan, I used to want a cutlass I came a long way, that's a big fact Big Gunna

time reveals, be careful what you wish for `Gunna`

your way, go your way Press on my jeans, small tee from Chrome Hearty Chains on my belt, I'm rockstar without the Harley I feel the growth and can't nobody stop the chartin' This ain't the same young Gunna