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made for this shit `Gunna`

(That's a good one, P) I was made for this shit, nigga, I prayed for this shit Rollie handmade, it's from Swiss What's on my plate, steak or fish At the round table, it's a big dish Niggas ain't able,

rare occasion `Gunna`

your boy blazin' (boy blazin') Ten million on my Amex, all this shit high maintenance Pay my lawyer, I don't wanna see no court cases (court cases) Custom-made jeans on me, you can tell the cut ain't

endless `Gunna`

Fillin' they hearts with envy Niggas goin' for an image And not one wanna admit it (nah) Ayy, still need starch in my linen Mixin' it up, yeah, a chemist, uh (mix it up) Spit it like Nas, I'm the illest

go crazy `Gunna`

It's deeper than 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

let that sink in `Gunna`

, had my patience thin You can tell by the way they dress on the latest trend I don't care if she pretty in the face, that shit don't make her a ten When you built off faith, your shit don't break or bend

the time `Gunna`

Ayy I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call and we got it right I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight I

satisfaction (feat. Asake) `Gunna`

I'm out here on this road I'm searching for my own satisfaction I'm selling cross the globe trying to protect my soul, keep me happy Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Trapped before I lived, life's game I play my card

turned your back `Gunna`

Oh [Chorus] I been this fucked up, you up and leave, gave you everything you need Then you turned your back on me, you don't know Oh (Oh) Sometimes I get upset and clench my teeth, I done made it out the

club house `Gunna`

shit like a drought, pay me the full amount (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

neck on a yacht `Gunna`

(Makers) Yeah I'm gettin' neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock Bad ho' poppin' they twat, I'm gettin' this shit back on lock Rockin' some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot Turn this shit

collage `Gunna`

Yeah Yeah We just keep goin', man, we don't keep, we don't stop, we just, just keep pushin', man I float like a ghost when I ride (Float) Still on it, they hope I retire ('Tire) No boast, this ain't no

$$$ (feat. Normani) `Gunna`

dollar sign Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah Dollar sign, dollar sign Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah Ain't gon' ask a nigga, I rather tryna get a loan from a bank I caterpillar way up and down the road for

at my purest (feat. Offset) `Gunna`

like Pac (2Pac) Pushin' whenever I walk, can't touch me, I'm too hot (hot) Hundreds inside of a vault, Hermès is covered in crop (crop, crop) Alligator, a croc', Himalayan, no tellin' Young Gun-Wunna for

1:59 (Feat. Gunna) `Normani`

(Shh) Don't talk too much, just do this shit Boy, what you gon' do? What you gon' do with it?

many nights `Gunna`

Many nights Many nights Life feel like a war, but Lord protectin' my soul Prayin' on my knees so many nights Murders right outside this worlds terrorized (Terrorized) You make it out, you'll treat this

i was just thinking `Gunna`

That's four walls talkin' to you, tellin' you you gone (Tеllin' you you gone) Only I done cried 'causе this feelin' for my bro (King Slime) And you know my mind, you done watched that nigga grow (Watched

today i did good `Gunna`

Today I did good I ain't been eatin' no bullshit And fitness, I wake up, I feel fit And thank God every mornin' I'm still rich, I'm still rich Open your eyes, see the bigger pic (The bigger pic) Shit gon

on one tonight `Gunna`

alright, but it ain't okay Niggas got left, niggas went right, I went left and stayed left and ain't nothin' the same They run they lips, I put my pep in the step and my foot on the pedal, the Range Spend this

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

showed em `Gunna`

International, I went global (went global) He shiver when I spit, I got the coldest verse My bitch got to be a ten, like the same as my Percs (same as my Percs) I've been gainin' from the pain, thanks for

bread & butter `Gunna`

stay honest Love my bro so much, I'd never change on 'em I'm the one to go and do the work, bring you thе damn profits Hustled on my own, I always didn't know how to sell product Nigga ain't gave mе shit

back in the a `Gunna`

shit for the fame Uh, stackin' these Benjamin Franks (Stackin' 'em) You rich, they don't give you no rank (Nah) You thinkin' it's that, but it ain't (It ain't) That four-door Maybach in the A (The A)

sakpase `Gunna`

of their way And still all in their face, this shit really gon' age (really gon' age) Open the yacht, it remind me of a Wraith Bought the Maybach in May, I got millions to make (yeah) Do you know what

podcast `Gunna`

Visa Kickin' it on a yacht, I'm rockin' on Rick Owen beater (Yeah) Pullin' up in her town, I'm in a large two-seater (Large two-seater) Heavier on the south, I'm 'bout to feed my people (Yeah) Runnin' this

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

Tailor pants, they all him Audemars wrist, they know it's him I'll probably 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

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

rodeo dr `Gunna`

nigga grow You add up thе ten rings on both of my fingers, I paid like six hundrеd or more (Yeah) Gave out so many bands and bought so many bangers, you ask and the real niggas know I been puttin' that shit

born rich `Gunna`

babies gon' be born rich, yeah Our babies must be born rich, yeah, yeah, yeah Ah, ah, our babies gon' be born rich, yeah Our babies must be born rich, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Took my hard-earned and made

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

from pickin' so we can get in bed Nowadays, I'm feelin' picky, leavin' that bitch on read It ain't no more pre-kickin', you see what I'm sayin' I just tell that bitch to pull up 'cause I can I see some shit

ca$h $hit `Gunna`

(X-Plosive) Uh Now you niggas know I talk nothin' but cash shit, know what I mean? Know what I mean?