Gunna

Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)

[Chorus: Gunna]
I keep racks in a safe
I got Wock' mixed with a lil' bit of red, what a taste
I got rocks, my two finger ring is a snake
And then I had to call to make them clean up my place
I mean what I say
Forty-thousand dollars what I paid my lawyer to handle my case
All new Dolce and Gabbana, I'm runnin' my code, my whole team havin' they way
[?]
I got high, soon as I keep my money every single night I pray

[Verse 1: Gunna]
[?]
Call me Young Gunna or Gunna Wunna just long as you mention my name
On the top, numbers, young don dada, put money all over your brain
Keep it one hundred, put my brothеr up on it and teach him the game
Frеsh with no stain, I got ice in my chain
This a new Richard Mille plain, watch me whip it, RS range
Dropped a four in a Minute Maid, took your whore, she get slayed
[?] in a cage
Elliot put baguettes in my Franck Muller, hey
I'm rich as fuck, you can ask my jeweler, hey
Had a compact, now my big brother had a Ruger, hey
They learn from all my moves, I'm like a tutor, hey
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Young nigga got all type of mill's inside the safe, bro
I rock Giuseppe Zanotti's to court and they told me the case closed
I took the top off the coupe, she can see in the Rolls Royce
She couldn't wait, went to suckin' this dick at the Nobu
Yeah, I could've bought me a street, but I bought a blue Patek Philippe, yeah
I'm 'bout to clean up your street, I don't know who made you believe, uh
Half a mill' on your head, yeah, and they gon' give me the leads, uh
You niggas timid, get tellin', you niggas should die in your sleep
Fuck the police, I got amnes', I got them P's
And I got reefer and I got Peeps and they all evil
Fuck memories, bitch, I'm a demon
And I got Yeez', yellow Tuss' sippin', fuck that lil' bitch and we ain't trippin'
[?], constantly drippin', diamonds like piss, green, they slippery
You niggas been tellin', yeah, you niggas had never got time
VVS carats on, graduated Farrakhan
Bitch got a Fendi tampon, I made her drink my son
[?], nah, I been tryin' get these niggas knocked off

[Chorus: Gunna]
I keep racks in a safe
I got Wock' mixed with a lil' bit of red, what a taste
I got rocks, my two finger ring is a snake
And then I had to call to make them clean up my place
I mean what I say
Forty-thousand dollars what I paid my lawyer to handle my case
All new Dolce and Gabbana, I'm runnin' my code, my whole team havin' they way
[?]
I got high, soon as I keep my money every single night I prayEmbed

• Release Date: None
• Artist: Gunna