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Gunna - Drip or Drown 2 Album Lyrics



Gunna - Drip or Drown 2 Lyrics






Wit It

Wheezy outta here

I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it
This bankroll got hundreds and fifties
All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed
My palms consistently itching
Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these Benjis
Back to back Maybachs and Bentleys
Shows back to back, my coupe paid off commission

None of this shit came free, got it out the street, had to take a chance, yeah
Put the cake in the rubber band, stuff in my pants, I can do the band dance
Thousand dollar Fear of God Vans, drip when I'm playing, just call me Raf stan
Of course they dig what I'm saying, another advance, smoking me a strong strain
Ice all on my watch, add it to the card, had to get the cars washed
Heated marble squares on the floor
The condo got a bar, cost me an Aventador
Yeah, pushin' this shit to the core
What the f*ck are you waiting for?
Spot just got jammed on the North
Fifty bands to my lawyer for court
My spot just got jammed on the North
Fifty bands to my lawyer for court

I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it
This bankroll got hundreds and fifties
All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed
My palms consistently itching
Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these Benjis
Back to back Maybachs and Bentleys
Shows back to back, my coupe paid off commission

Runnin' the sea, I'm a wave
New two door coupe came with leather and suede
F*ck with this bitch 'cause she goin' both ways
Too much of this shit, I'ma throw it in bags
Not f*ckin' these bitches from back in the day
My condo is laid, it dig like a grave
Gettin' in my bag and my family amazed
Gettin' out the hood, that shit felt like a maze
Gettin' out the hood, that shit felt like a maze
Call me your dawg, hold me down to the grave

I see you with it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's get it
This bankroll got hundreds and fifties
All too familiar, admit it, I'm truly committed
My palms consistently itching
Served out the kitchen, relentless, we chasing these Benjis
Back to back Maybachs and Bentleys
Shows back to back, my coupe paid off commission
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Outstanding

Yeah, yeah, man you know what I'm sayin'
Makers
Young Gunna, Gunna, you know what I'm sayin', yeah
Run that back, Turbo

When I made my first million (million)
I ain't panic (I ain't panic)
I only drank out the seal
Now I'm done with Xannies (done with Xannies)
I bought my mama a crib, my mama outstanding (mama outstanding)
I'm pressin' my cousin appeal (appeal)
'Til it's granted ('til it's granted)
I bought her Sheneneh heels, I'm a Chanel bandit (Chanel bandit)
I still got vintage garments old as my granny (old as my granny)
Got my interior almond and outside candy (and outside candy)
I put your bitch in Balmain because she pretty (because she pretty)

Hey, hey, hey, freaky, I'm f*ckin' her face (in her face)
Her ass did not come with her waist (come with her waist)
I'm impatient, I don't wanna wait (don't wanna wait)
I eat gold, and I am what I ate (what I ate)
I fill up a Backwood with a eighth (a eighth)
Ain't no shame that I hang with some snakes (hang with some snakes)
Hey, hey, cashed out on a foreign today (foreign today)
I hop in that 'Rari and race ('Rari and race)
I never get tired of the hate (naw)
Climb up to the top like a gate (yah)
You lil' niggas copy and paste (copy and paste)
Got gold like a bottle of Ace (of Ace)
A Coca-Cola bottle her shape (a Coke Cola bottle)
Hey, I had a ball today (a ball today)
She drinkin' Chardonnay (Chardonnay)
Went to court and didn't have to debate (debate)
Jewish lawyer that handle the case (handle the case)
The Codeine got a hell of a taste (a hell of a taste)
Put the penthouse in all of your states (all of your states)
Stack that money, that's all I can say

When I made my first million (million)
I ain't panic (I ain't panic)
I only drank out the seal
Now I'm done with Xannies (done with Xannies)
I bought my mama a crib, my mama outstanding (mama outstanding)
I'm pressin' my cousin appeal (appeal)
'Til it's granted ('til it's granted)
I bought her Sheneneh heels, I'm a Chanel bandit (Chanel bandit)
I still got vintage garments old as my granny (old as my granny)
Got my interior almond and outside candy (and outside candy)
I put your bitch in Balmain because she pretty (because she pretty)

Hey, hey, f*ck her whenever I want (whenever I want)
I cash out, get whenever I want (whenever I want)
Knock some fours on that 'Cat like a donk
Fly the jet in the sky like a hawk (like a hawk)
I geek up when I get in the zone (geek up)
I put all them racks in a vault (in a vault)
Hey, hey, we rich and above the law (above the law)
I made my brother a boss (brother a boss)
And she keep that dick in her jaw (in her jaw)
Keep receipts to the shit that I bought (I bought)
Cuban link to my wrist when I floss (floss)
Carats stuck in my teeth when I talk (yeah)
You gon' notice the C's when I walk (the C's when I walk)
Hey, this a pent, it is not a loft (not a loft)
We got the Jeep, that is not a Trackhawk
If I put on white, then it's gotta be Off (gotta be Off)
She don't say a word, but her body can talk
Sexy girl turnin' me on
You wanna know what that Cartier cost? (cost)
Put a Rolex on her arm

When I made my first million (million)
I ain't panic (I ain't panic)
I only drank out the seal
Now I'm done with Xannies (done with Xannies)
I bought my mama a crib, my mama outstanding (mama outstanding)
I'm pressin' my cousin appeal (appeal)
'Til it's granted ('til it's granted)
I bought her Sheneneh heels, I'm a Chanel bandit (Chanel bandit)
I still got vintage garments old as my granny (old as my granny)
Got my interior almond and outside candy (and outside candy)
I put your bitch in Balmain because she pretty (because she pretty)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Chandler Durham, Matthew Charles, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






One Call

Makers
Run that back, Turbo
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Designer head to toe (Head to toe)
I sip to the head and float (Head and float)
I already bagged the pole (Bagged the pole)
You niggas too scared to go (Scared to go)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I clean up like hands and soap (Hands and soap)
Get a mink, let it drag on the floor (Drag on the floor)
It's a nine in the bag that I tote (Bag that I tote)
Workin' hard, we ain't havin' no hope (Havin' no hope)

Bitch, I'm the man (Bitch, I'm the man)
Did it with no advance (With no advance)
Gave my nigga a chance (Nigga a chance)
Tryna see what he gon' do (What he gon' do)
He done ran up them bands (Ran up them bands)
I done got me some bands too (Bands too)
I could drip on the 'Gram too (Drip on the 'Gram too)
Said my hood like the damn zoo (Damn zoo)
I can't decide, which foreign car I'ma ride, mmh
That Phantom Rolls body is wide (Wide)
I made the boy bleed like the wives, mmh
I put some more rocks in the watch (Rocks)
Middle finger to the cops, mmh
Me 'gainst the world like 2Pac (Pac)
Say the wrong word, get you shot (Shot)
The ho'll love you when you hot (Hot)
Thank God, He gave me a shot (Oh)
The same ones they thought I was shy (Shy)
I took off and went straight to the top (Oh-oh)
You can't feel me, a nigga too high (High)
You need to stop livin' a lie (Lie)
You know we keep sticks like the Chi' (Chi')
I knew I'd be rich 'fore I die (Die)
They won't respect you 'til you try

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Designer head to toe (Head to toe)
I sip to the head and float (Head and float)
I already bagged the pole (Bagged the pole)
You niggas too scared to go (Scared to go)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I clean up like hands and soap (Hands and soap)
Get a mink, let it drag on the floor (Drag on the floor)
It's a nine in the bag that I tote (Bag that I tote)
Workin' hard, we ain't havin' no hope (Hard)

I got luck like a charm (Charm)
Fifty racks on the arm (Racks)
That tsunami a storm (Tsunami a storm)
I stay fly, I was airborne (Airborne)
F*ck these hoes like it's porn (Porn)
I get higher than Osborne (Osborne)
I like captions for tourin' (Tourin')
Gettin' money is so important (Important)
Niggas thought I was done (Done)
Oh, I can go on and on (On and on)
My car is a foreign (Car is a foreign)
I crank up and start soarin' (Yeah)
My heart is torn (Heart is torn)
Shoot a movie like Barry Gordon (Gordon)
A star was born (Star, star)
My left wrist like a damn storm (Storm)
My life a lil' fun (Fun)
Ain't no one of my hoes boring (Boring)
Got Chanel by the ton (Chanel by the ton)
More Sheneneh than Martin Lawrence (Sheneneh)
Skinny jeans with a gun (Jeans with a gun)
Play with me, it's a whole war (Whole war)
I ain't finished or done (Finished or done)
We got some, but we come to get more (We come to get more)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Designer head to toe (Yeah)
I sip to the head and float (Yeah)
I already bagged the pole (Yeah)
You niggas too scared to go (Yeah)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I clean up like hands and soap (Hands and soap)
Get a mink, let it drag on the floor (Drag on the floor)
It's a nine in the bag that I tote (Bag that I tote)
Workin' hard, we ain't havin' no hope (Go)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Chandler Durham, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Lee Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Missing Link Music, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Cash War

Wheezy outta here

Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Urus is a fast car (Fast)
I'm around the world, securin' me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet in the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Auto)
Those stylish people callin' me "Drip Lord" (Drip)

Keep it hardcore
Pop an Addy while I'm ridin' to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
Niggas robbin' these niggas I'd kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain't switchin', we the same us
We're on the real, nothin' ain't changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts

Can't save her
I'ma kick her out after I slay her (Slayed)
Been got sauce, I got flavor (Flavor)
Saks Fifth, hoe, you dreamt it, I paid for (Paid for)
New crib, got a lot of acres
The way you suck, you can get an A plus (A plus)
If she break, you can get your brain bust
Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Chain bust)
Get a check and go and get your chain bust (Ah)
Got Eliantte, get you real rocks (Real rocks)
Three color diamonds on your wrist
I have three or four, you can get a plain watch (Plain watch)
Hundred twenty thousand on a plain watch
Gold Richard Millie, what you ain't got
Pop a pussy nigga, leave him shell shocked (Shell shocked)
I'm a bigger dripper with Chanel socks

Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Urus is a fast car (Fast)
I'm around the world, securin' me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet in the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Auto)
Those stylish people callin' me "Drip Lord" (Drip)

Keep it hardcore
Pop an Addy while I'm ridin' to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
Niggas robbin' these niggas I'd kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain't switchin', we the same us
We're on the real, nothin' ain't changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts

White Range Rover with the beige guts (Beige)
Got a table, had to pay and she paid, boss (Paid)
She wax her pussy, she don't use a razor (Nah)
Diggin' in it like I'm tryna dig a grave up (Grave up)
I'm the one they askin' for a favor
Swear to God that won't work in your favor (Fave)
Stack a lot of cash, I got layers (Yeah)
I been ballin' in LA, feel like a Laker (Laker)
Ridin' on my nigga, get a pay cut
When the milli come inside, we're the makers (Makers)
Red and black Billy like a Raider
Run it to your front door like a cater (Cater)
Jump man, I'm an alligator
When I bite, I get shit tailor (Tailor)
Told her let's play whoever tried to play us (Play us)
Should I address it? Nah, nigga feelin' way up

Lotta money, I can have a cash war
Flew back across the water with a passport (Ah)
Lamborghini Urus is a fast car (Fast)
I'm around the world, securin' me a bag, boy (Boy)
Call the bro neighbor like he next door (Next)
Rolls Royce, got carpet in the floorboard (Woo)
Hundred thousand dollars on auto (Auto)
Those stylish people callin' me "Drip Lord" (Drip)

Keep it hardcore
Pop an Addy while I'm ridin' to meet Tom Ford (Tom Ford)
Show real love (Real love)
Niggas robbin' these niggas I'd kill for (Kill for)
We stood tough
Means then we ain't switchin', we the same us
We're on the real, nothin' ain't changed us (Change)
White Range Rover with the beige guts
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Richard Millie Plain

Playmakers
Run that back, Turbo

Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin' cash on a private plane (Countin' cash on a private plane, uh)
Couple M's off the sound exchange (Couple M's off the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)

Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now
Ain't no cap in my game (My game)
Still'll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin' like I'm shootin' at the range (Range)

Quick, I can let it bang (Bang)
Rich nigga, I let her keep the chains (Chains)
Fake love, I don't care to really hang (Fake love)
You a dub and I know you full of shame (You a dub)
Speed it up, know they want to take the lane (Speed it up)
Uh, take a school bus, board the plane (Board the plane)
Did it first, heard they tried to call it lame, huh?
Now these niggas lookin' like the same (Same)
Whoever tryna steal my style, dawg
Floor outfit, I had to change (Had to change)
Tempt me, I'ma go AWOL (AWOL)
People gon' think I'm insane (Insane)
I'ma skeet skeet in her face, awh
Fell in love with her brain (Skeet skeet)
Pull the skrrt skrrt on a hater
All you niggas saw was my chain (Skrrt skrrt)
Kiss my ring (My ring)
Pretty bitch swallowed a bean (My bean)
Then she gon' swallow my thing (My thing)
Lot of ass in the Philipp Plein jeans (Jeans)
Gotta ask? Yeah, I still sip lean (Sip lean)
Swag, bitch, you know what I mean (Mean)
Got the cash like the money machine (Machine)
Black Pradas and the bottom all green

Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin' cash on a private plane (Countin' cash on a private plane, uh)
Couple M's off the sound exchange (Couple M's off the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)

Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now
Ain't no cap in my game (My game)
Still'll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin' like I'm shootin' at the range

Extended kick, I love pointers (Pointers)
Shopping spree, spend me a quarter (Quarter)
Wishing well, I got water (Water)
You a speck, I'm a little smarter (Smarter)
That's your bitch, then you gotta spoil her (Spoil her)
Tote bananas like it came with a spoiler (With a spoiler)
See you on the camera, I'ma kill your daughter (Kill your daughter)
Niggas know we have to still drippin' harder (Still drippin' harder)
Chromeheart crossin' my collar (Collar)
All the heels got red on the bottom (Bottom)
Don't compare, you are not in my column (Nah)
Don't fall, we ain't nowhere near Autumn (Near Autumn)
I'm a man, I'ma solve my problems, awh
Told my family I got 'em (I got 'em)
He was talkin' that mouth, he ain't 'bout it at all
Now they don't know who shot him (Now they don't know who shot him)
Love Atlanta (Atlanta)
Too much mud in my Fanta (My Fanta)
Gunna pulled up in a Phantom (Pulled up)
Seats same color banana (Banana)
C's all on the bandanna (Yeah)
Please don't correct my grammar (Please don't correct my grammar)
Please don't argue, got candles (Grieve)
Achieve, I have my standards

Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
Countin' cash on a private plane (Countin' cash on a private plane, uh)
Couple M's off the sound exchange (Couple M's off the sound exchange)
Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)

Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now
Ain't no cap in my game (My game)
Still'll hit your block, leave a man down
Shootin' like I'm shootin' at the range
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Chandler Durham, Matthew Charles, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Yao Ming

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh

Yao Ming, this money tall (This money tall)
I just checked the stats, niggas still waitin' on me to fall (Fall)
Bitch got drip like me, walkin' out in Louis leotard (Yeah)
These Turbo Wheezy wave beats got me singin' to the top (Top)
Bedspread (Spread), Medusa head matchin' my drawers (My drawers)
Amiri pants (Pants), belt Hermès, drippin' it all (Drippin' it all)
Goyard backpack stuffed with cash, I'm a young don (Don, don)
Life's too fast (Fast), baby had to ask can she come (Come, uh)

Yes you can (Yes you), yes you can, yes you can (Say it again)
Yes you can (Huh), don't pack no bags, you can shop when you land (Shop when you land)
Had to make grands, this is all God's plan, you shoot out the van (Shoot out the van)
Went shoppin' in Japan
Spent more than my show, brought Thugger back some pants (Brought Thugger back some pants)
Yeah, amen (Amen)
When I pulled up, plushed out Benz, feel like the world was in my hands (My hands)
Thank God, forgave my sins, one of them nights he heard me prayin'
You got my backend, I bend it off top, ain't no playin' (Uh)
Every other day is a backend, people relate to what I'm sayin' (I'm sayin')
On the plane, gotta take Xans (Take Xans)
Drive the coupe, or the sedan (Sedan)
Sent an invoice, what form of payment is you payin'? (What kind?)
Take a wire, card or cash (Cash)
You ain't got it, lil' nigga? Too bad (Too bad)
Left the valet with the keys to the Jag (To the Jag)
Aw, yeah, yeah
Ridin' in the 'Rari, got a bitch like Kylie with long hair (Long hair)
Couple of stars (Stars), to the party on Mars, yeah (Mars, yeah)
23 stories (Stories), talkin' from the top, at the bottom can't hear (At the bottom, can't hear)
Love with these drugs, so a nigga can't feel (Can't feel)
Show no fear (Fear)
Comme des Garçons button-down, pick a tear (Yeah), hard sip
Tell you when me suck Gunna like seas, this big drip (Drip), all lips (All lips)
New whip, new bae, cute face, no waist (Yeah)
All hips (All hips)

Yao Ming, this money tall
I just checked the stats, niggas still waitin' on me to fall
Bitch got drip like me, walkin' out in Louis leotard (Louis leotard)
These Turbo Wheezy wave beats got me singin' to the top (Top)
Bedspread (Spread), Medusa head matchin' my drawers (My drawers)
Amiri pants (Pants), belt Hermès, drippin' it all (Drippin' it all)
Goyard backpack stuffed with cash, I'm a young don (Don, don)
Life's too fast (Fast), baby had to ask can she come (Come, uh)

Yes you can (Yes you), yes you can, yes you can (Say it again)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Chandler Durham, Matthew Charles, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Idk Why

Wheezy outta here

All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin' me blessings, I don't know why (Don't know why)
Mama thanked me for her place
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin' (Started cryin')
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I've been dodgin' crime (Lately I've been dodgin' crime)
Every day I'm high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole 'Tussin, now I'm on a ride (Now I'm on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can't wear a wire (I can't wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I'll be stable for a while (I'll be stable for a while)

I'ma bet on me (Me)
I don't care if it's a dollar, I got three my partners, that's a quarter each (That's a quarter each)
I got some snakes in my collar, lil' bitch, I'm a slime and we don't ever sleep (Slime)
The commas are damn near robotic, it's same color powder, whiter than a sheep (Sheep)
The pussy wet like she in heat (Yeah)
Dolce Gabbana on her feet (Yeah)
Young Gunna slime anaconda, we bite like piranhas, me and my brother Keed (Keed)
Took 30K the whole summer, now I want a hunnid, I stopped bein' cheap (Cheap)
Since your boy came out the gutter, now he chargin' 50 thousand for a beat
I don't work for free (No)
The salesman that know me in Barney's say I smell like Biscotti mixed with Creed
(Biscotti mixed with Creed)
I know some women adore me, tell me that I'm the realest they done seen (I'm the realest they done seen)
I keep my mind on my money 'cause that's really all a nigga ever need (That's all a nigga ever needed)

All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin' me blessings, I don't know why (Don't know why)
Mama thanked me for her place
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin' (Started cryin')
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I've been dodgin' crime (Lately I've been dodgin' crime)
Every day I'm high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole 'Tussin, now I'm on a ride (Now I'm on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can't wear a wire (I can't wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I'll be stable for a while (I'll be stable for a while)

I got better days (I got better days)
I moved my mom to the boondocks, we already used to sleepin' in a cave (In a cave)
I started sellin' that mota, makin' me some moohla, servin' out our place (Servin' out our place)
Now I charge rappers for verses, do it for a purpose, I don't wanna trade
(Do it for a purpose, I don't wanna trade)
I done got a raise (I done got a raise)
OG told me my future was bright, gotta wear the shades (Gotta wear your shades)
Blessed life so I paint the coupe all white just to give him praise (Just to give him praise)
Came a long way from sittin' waitin' in the line for the new J's (Waitin' in the line for the new J's)
I can get away (I can get away)
You gonna need you a surfboard when it come to me and Wheezy wave (Me and Wheezy wave)
Can't get bigger than who you work for 'cause you know some shit'll prolly change
(Shit'll prolly change)
Charge that shit up 'til we're worth more, we ain't in the business for the fame
(We ain't in the business for the fame)

All I know is grind (Grind)
Wonder why the Lord steady sendin' me blessings, I don't know why (Don't know why)
Mama thanked me for her place
And looked me in my face and then she started cryin' (Started cryin')
My talent take me different places
I can say lately I've been dodgin' crime (Lately I've been dodgin' crime)
Every day I'm high (High)
Intoxicated, I done swallowed me a whole 'Tussin, now I'm on a ride (Now I'm on a ride)
Investigators tried to put a cable on the table, I can't wear a wire (I can't wear a wire)
I done made an M without a label, trust me, I'll be stable for a while (I'll be stable for a while)

That's a quarter each
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Derrick Fisher

(feat. Lil Baby)

(Makers)
(Run that back, Turbo)

Hesitation, wipe the tear from your eye
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky
You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay alive
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain't no nigga cross that line
Told her I ain't got no missions, but I know she think I'm lyin'
Oh, you can't beat my vibe, oh, I'm not looking for a ride
Six or eight or nine foreigns when I open the garage

Niggas pillow talkin', I can't barely get the time
Aimed for a shot like Coffey, Playboi and VLONE covered my spine
Put a M, shit talkin', pull up, spin a whole block and then ride
Draco, AR, Glocks and carbon, put in the work for your side
Keepin' it real, I just had to realize
My colleague, he ain't tell, he stood up and took the time
I got 'em on my trail and I still ain't in my prime
We just tryna live, keep my people out of bind
I done kept it solid, this shit always in they mind
I done changed the climate, got this f*ckin' money flyin'
Backwood fulla biscotti, and I heard you smokin' pine
Barely see somebody, to that bullshit I went blind

Hesitation, wipe the tear from your eye
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky
You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay alive
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain't no nigga cross that line
Told her I ain't got no missions, but I know she think I'm lyin'
Oh, you can't beat my vibe, oh, I'm not looking for a ride
Six or eight or nine foreigns when I open the garage

Penthouse feel like heaven when I wake from a ménage
I got every kinda color car in my garage
Intercontinental with my bitch and a massage
Buy a lot of diamonds, I flash my money, I like to floss
My lil shooters, they on-point
All I do is throw a six
We locked in together forever, that shit's on four wrists
Make 'em call me Papa Bear the way I get that porridge
Walk inside the club, man, they start stormin'
I came in the foreign
I can't stop from goin' in
Got too many dogs who're in the sky, can't let 'em score again
Ask God for forgiveness, then go out and commit sin again
They say we already won, I'm tryna win again, yeah

Hesitation, wipe the tear from your eye
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin' in the sky
You get your wish, you grab them sticks and we gon' slide
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay alive
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain't no nigga cross that line
Told her I ain't got no missions, but I know she think I'm lyin'
Oh, you can't beat my vibe, oh, I'm not looking for a ride
Six or eight or nine foreigns when I open the garage
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Baby Birkin

Wheezy outta here

I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I'm buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
F*cked her good and got her legs hurtin' (Yeah)
Found our wave and got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don't gotta worry

Young Gunna went and jumped in head first (Head first)
Roamed the streets and finally found my work (Found my work)
Killed that nigga, left him dead-dirt (Yuh)
Took his body, now the coupe a hearse (Damn)
250 in his man purse (Man purse)
Feel like diamonds drippin' off my damn shirt (True)
I got bitches travel on the Amherst (Amherst)
I done came a long way from the Buckhurst (Nah)
It's so hard to catch up because love hurts
She don't come easy, nigga, it's hard work (Hard work)
They be ridin' shotgun like a Mossberg (Mossberg)
She start suckin' and won't let me park first (Damn)
She made me bust a nut, that's a star burst (Star burst)
Ride around in the city, the dodger (Dodger)
She got ass and titty like Miss Parker (Uh)
Swear this Bentley used to be the MARTA (MARTA)
We keep women 'cause we workin' harder
Lotta bookings, I'm goin' back to Florida (Florida)
All my Elliott diamonds is water (Water)
Money hungry, I got a disorder (Oh)
That plain Rolex cost more than a quarter (Yeah)
Keep your wife, I'ma take care your daughter (Daughter)
If she hold it down, I'ma award her (Yeah)
I still listen to reason, I'm smarter (Smarter)
To invoke for whatever we oughta

I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I'm buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
F*cked her good and got her legs hurtin' (Yeah)
Found our wave and got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don't gotta worry

I put diamonds on a redbone (Redbone)
I popped a pill and now my head gone (My head gone)
He slimed 'em out and we was dead wrong (Slime)
Them arms with AP look like honeycombs (Like honeycombs)
I done left my ex, told her ain't comin' home (Nah)
Told her she won't see me 'til my money long (On God)
I been knockin' these hoes down like domino (Domino)
I ain't had shit, I was stealin' my cousin clothes (Damn)
Now I drip every day like I'm runnin' over (Drip)
My shoes lately be more than a hundred hoes (Hundred hoes)
I don't cherish, I know that they come and go (They come and go)
I got boomerang bitches they comin' back (Comin' back)
I go straight in the hole like a running back (Gone)
Cut your neck like a tree, I'm a lumberjack (Yeah)
Different colors on me I don't wanna match (C'mon)
When she suckin', look at me, I'm lovin' that (Yeah)
My next show booking gon' be a hunnid racks (Yeah)
I can't beef with you boys on the internet (Internet)
Can't do business 'cause nigga you been a rat (Been a rat)
We pop up at yo' crib like the Men in Black (Yuh)
When it come to that cash I'm a interact (Cash)
When I'm f*ckin' that body that pussy wet (Pussy wet)
She a groupie, keep askin' where Uzi at (Uzi at)
Told my girl put that dope in her booty crack (Huh)
I'm a slimy lil' nigga like Nudy, yeah

I know my purpose
European car, it came with curtains (Yeah)
I have a daughter, I'm buying her baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
F*cked her good and got her legs hurtin' (Yeah)
Found our wave and got them Ms early (Ms)
Southside nigga from the dirty-dirty (South)
Paranoid, I keep a loaded .30
To count the funds up we don't gotta worry
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Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Speed It Up

Hold on, hold on, speed it up, hold on
(Run that back, Turbo)

Speed it up, speed it up
Eat it up, eat it up
Eat it up, speed it up
Speed it up (hold on, hold on)
Beat it up (hold on, hold on)
Speed it up (hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Speed it up (hold on)
Speed it up, high, speed it up

Scotty Hotty (Scotty 2 Hotty)
Charlie Wally (Charlie Wally)
Cheddar, cottage (got cheddar and cottage)
Good brain, college (good brain)
Her frame, body (her frame)
Mulsanne, bought it (Mulsanne)
My plane, private (private)
Diamond chain, wallets (wallets)
No shame, I got it (I got it)
Couple plain watches (watches)
I lay in Versace (Versace)
The hate, can't stop it

Speed it up, speed it up
Eat it up, eat it up
Eat it up, speed it up
Speed it up (hold on, hold on)
Beat it up (hold on, hold on)
Speed it up (hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Speed it up (hold on)
Speed it up, high, speed it up

Godly, baby
Katie, coupe, Mercedes
Wheezy, wavy, eyes lazy (huh?)
My life's crazy (it's crazy)
A price, pay me (pay me)
My eyes, HD (HD)
My eyes, 3D (3D)
I'm high, geekin' (geeked)
I lied at the precinct (at the precinct)
I didn't sign a 360 (a 360)
I got mine, not greedy (not greedy)
I'm in the ride, speedin'

Speed it up, speed it up
Eat it up, eat it up
Eat it up, speed it up
Speed it up (hold on, hold on)
Beat it up (hold on, hold on)
Speed it up (hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on)
Speed it up (hold on)
Speed it up, high, speed it up
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Writer: Chandler Durham, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






3 Headed Snake

Aimin' at a date, aimin' at a Wraith, aimin' at a gate, mmh
Aimin' at a date, aimin' at a Wraith, aimin' at a gate, mmh
Aimin' at a date, aimin' at a Wraith, aimin' at a gate, mmh
Aimin' at a date, aimin' at a Wraith, aimin' at a gate

Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that's a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I f*ck on your friends, I f*ck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it come with a bait (uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
'Bouta f*ck a bitch brain, my Benz late
Bitch, you ain't my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was f*cked up bro, had to reinstate (uh-huh)
Look and see I'm straight
Me, Sex, and Wave got birthday cake (uh-huh)
Gotta keep a AK
These niggas play games like arcade (uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you're unloyal, had to part ways (uh-huh)

I drip on my dawg's stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (uh-huh)
I f*cked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin' my dawg's safe (uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin' my page (uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I f*cked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist' (yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I'm real as it get (uh huh)
Talkin' that shit, I hope you kissed and hugged all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M's
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that's a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that's a three-headed snake
We done made a few M's and I'm straight
Got me a mil', it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just 'cause I listen don't mean I debate, uh
I don't got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil'
I'm chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It's drivin' itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn't keep up the pace
Copped the new Lamb' and put it on land
These f*ck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I'm on, it's sponsored by Wraith
I'm dodging the rain and I'm dodging the hate
I don't need a pass 'cause I'm not in school
You playin', you gon' be another cold case
My diamonds gon' dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like I Spy
This city is mine 'til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
F*ckin' your ho 'til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil' mama got top, it's wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It's knock knock zoom, he on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin' my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin' him Dots
I'm gon' free my cousin, I won't let him rot
He sent me a dyke
I f*cked her so good, I got her back right
It's locked, and she got shark jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I'm rappin' with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin', havin' plenty of bars

Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that's a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that's a three-headed snake
We done made a few M's and I'm straight
Got me a mil', it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just 'cause I listen don't mean I debate, uh
I don't got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil'
I'm chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

Aimin' at a Wraith, aimin' at a gate, mmh (Aimin' at a gate)
Aimin' at a Wraith, aimin' at a gate (Aimin' at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin' at a date, aimin' at a Wraith, aimin' at a gate, mmh
Aimin' at a date, aimin' at a Wraith, aimin' at a gate)
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Writer: Chandler Durham, Jeffrey Williams, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Big Shot

Ghetto Guitar
Run that back, Turbo

I connected all the dots (connected all the dots)
Pulled that foreign out that lot (that foreign out that lot)
Moved the family to the 'docks (Boondocks)
Put some diamonds in my watch (diamonds in my watch)
Ballin' like a big shot
Ballin' like a big shot, uh
Ballin' like a big shot, oh, oh

Businessman, I pop my collar (I pop my collar)
Got good brain, must be a scholar (good brain, must be a scholar)
Spent 2K on Balmain joggers (spent 2K on joggers)
Yeah, I'm jogging to the bank (oh)
Captain of the ship and we won't sink (we won't sink, nah)
Gave her a hundred, told her, "Keep the change" (keep the change, nah)
Work hard, now we finally seein' a change (seein' a change)
My brother's keeper, shit deeper than a chain (on God)
Just like Fendi, gotta think (she gotta think)
And I'm drippin' like a sink, yeah (drippin' like a sink, yeah)
These VVS's make you blink, yeah (make you blink, yeah)
Oh, yeah

I connected all the dots (connected all the dots)
Pulled that foreign out that lot (that foreign out that lot)
Moved the family to the 'docks (Boondocks)
Put some diamonds in my watch (diamonds in my watch)
Ballin' like a big shot
Ballin' like a big shot, uh
Ballin' like a big shot, oh, oh

In LA smoking Do-Si-Do (smokin' Do-Si-Do)
And I got Dolce on my clothes (Dolce Gabbana my clothes)
I still got homies don't play shows (homies don't play shows)
I'm just getting started, I got more goals (still got goals)
Lookin' for the pesos (for the pesos)
Would stay inside but the bank closed (but the bank closed)
Every time I turn around, I see a bankroll (bankroll)
I used to get hand-me-downs, now ain't a thing old (no)
All my day ones gettin' a payroll (payroll)
When you show LA, I don't wanna shop on Rodeo (Rodeo)
If killing was dripping, Gunna, I had a case closed (case closed)
Still independent, you can't name a nigga I owe (nigga I owe)

I connected all the dots (connected all the dots)
Pulled that foreign out that lot (that foreign out that lot)
Moved the family to the 'docks (Boondocks)
Put some diamonds in my watch (diamonds in my watch)
Ballin' like a big shot
Ballin' like a big shot, uh
Ballin' like a big shot, oh, oh
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Writer: Chandler Durham, Matthew Charles, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Missing Link Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






On a Mountain

Run that back, Turbo

Feel like I'm sittin' on a mountain, VVS
All this water on me look like a fountain (Fountain, fountain)
Backend, racks in, I need an accountant (Yuh), Cartier
Two tone lean I don't need the vouchers (Vouchers)
Hid the Hi-Tech seals in the couches
Only in LA three hours, smoked me three whole ounces (Yuh, yuh)
Pulled up in the same state, performin' in different counties (Yuh)
Four rings on my fingers, eight arrows in my Audi (Ayy)

That's on everything, everything, yeah
Walk in the mall buy everything
And we didn't have change on Chanel strings
Play no games, Alexander Wang on her nail paint
Your drip insane, where the f*ck my pint? Stop playin' games
Watch your range, my nut deranged, they actin' ways
Go get paid, the condo laid, that Frito Lay (Lay)
Family straight, don't see no shade, they don't see waves
My new-new bae, fix lemonade, like Beyonce
We the wave, ahh, floodin' out of PDK (PDK)
Smashin' in the Lamb' I barely use the breaks (Use the breaks)
I'm in the wallet on my birthday, I got beaucoup cake (beaucoup cake)
Don't have that man inside your heart for you to relate

Feel like I'm sittin' on a mountain, VVS
All this water on me look like a fountain (Fountain, fountain)
Backend, racks in, I need an accountant (Yuh), Cartier
Two tone lean I don't need the vouchers (Vouchers)
Hid the Hi-Tech seals in the couches
Only in LA three hours, smoked me three whole ounces (Yuh, yuh)
Pulled up in the same state, performin' in different counties (Yuh)
Four rings on my fingers, eight arrows in my Audi (Ayy)

Yeah, real slatt
Uh, took your bitch, I'm smashin' her like my Hellcat
Do as I please I'm poppin' whatever I feel, yeah (I feel, yeah)
Like Percocet, pour up, I through this peel back (Pill back)
Like, slime, I keep a TEC, ain't finna get killed yet (Nah)
Life ain't Tom and Jerry, niggas some real rats (Real rats)
Thomas Ford on me when I ride that Maybach (That Maybach)
If he want some smoke, then nigga, just say that (Just say that)
Gunna her fashion, got my new nickname, sex ('Name, sex)
Niggas so cap I bought him a real hat (Real hat)
Donut on my neck, young Gunna don't play that (Don't play that)
Love my bitch new drip, I still can't get attached (Can't get attached)
Hit her line and told her bring me that pussy cat

Feel like I'm sittin' on a mountain, VVS
All this water on me look like a fountain (Fountain, fountain)
Backend, racks in, I need an accountant (Yuh), Cartier
Two tone lean I don't need the vouchers (Vouchers)
Hid the Hi-Tech seals in the couches
Only in LA three hours, smoked me three whole ounces (Yuh, yuh)
Pulled up in the same state, performin' in different counties (Yuh)
Four rings on my fingers, eight arrows in my Audi (Ayy)
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Writer: Chandler Durham, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Out the Hood

Run that back, Turbo

I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic
I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished
Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming
Look at all this money, this is our summer
I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby
Yeah, I'm still going crazy, make these labels pay me
Bought a new Mercedes, I come from where it get crazy
I'm chasing this paper daily, f*ck these niggas who hate me

I'm inside the store, keep a bodyguard
Bitch, I can't be poor, put that 'Cat in sport (Skrrt)
Whip like seven more
All my kids ain't gon' have chores (Nah)
Rolex, no Michael Kors
Crib come with a gym and a mini-golf course (Golf course)
Hittin' it off of the slam, and ball in the rim when I score
Smoke a lot of grams, you would've thought I knew a grower
Sip more than an ounce, I never imagined what I'd pour
Don't know the amount

I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic
I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished
Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming
Look at all this money, this is our summer
I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby
Yeah, I'm still going crazy, make these labels pay me
Bought a new Mercedes, I come from where it get crazy
I'm chasing this paper daily, f*ck these niggas who hate me

I'ma give 'em hell (Hell)
Show 'em how you all well (Well)
Pay my nigga bail (My nigga bail)
My new bitch fine as hell (Fine)
Cocaine polish on her nails (On God)
One of a kind for real (Real)
Got her on exotic smell (On exotic smell)
Bitch, you up like shell
But that AP time gon' tell (On God)
Send a bale in the mail (Mail)
Damn, we slick and slimey like jail (Slime)
We ain't takin' no L (Slatt)
Nigga better not cross our trail (Slatt)
It get hotter than Hell (Hell)
Might die my dreads blonde like Odell (Odell)
And take up the sales

I'm out the hood, but I'm hood melodic
I smoke good narcotics, keep my diamonds polished
Throw a dime in Onyx, keep them dollars coming
Look at all this money, this is our summer
I'm out the hood, but I'm still a hood baby
Yeah, I'm still going crazy, make these labels pay me
Bought a new Mercedes, I come from where it get crazy
I'm chasing this paper daily, f*ck these niggas who hate me
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Writer: Chandler Durham, Kenneth Gilmore, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Same Yung Nigga

Wheezy outta here
Run that back, Turbo

Yeah
Stack them hunnids up like Lego (Lego)
Remember I had to charge my bro for petrol (petrol)
I came a long way trappin' off a Metro (Metro)
Ain't the same young nigga from the ghetto (ghetto)
Still got rounds I can let go (let go)
Land in any town I smoke the best dope (best dope)
I pop off a tag when I change clothes (change clothes)
Ain't the same young nigga from the ghetto (ghetto)

I done made this drip a series (series)
I can see these diamonds clear like HD (clear like HD)
Carats in my ear, why can't you hear me? (Run that back, Turbo)
Rock Balmain busted down, my jeans Amiri (Wheezy outta here)
Won't touch you once but still can make you feel me
He feel hot but then walk right in a D&G (yah)
Got three condos, I still won't give my bitch a key (nah)
To all promoters, get the presidential suite (presidential suite)
Sold out shows, this shit litty (litty)
These bitches love it when I'm in they city (city)
I'ma buy a Rolls and a Bentley (Rolls and a Bentley)
Told doctor "Get that syrup out my kidney" (kidney)

Stack them hunnids up like Lego (Lego)
Remember I had to charge my bro for petrol (petrol)
I came a long way trappin' off a Metro (Metro)
Ain't the same young nigga from the ghetto (ghetto)
Still got rounds I can let go (let go)
Land in any town I smoke the best dope (best dope)
I pop off a tag when I change clothes (change clothes)
Ain't the same young nigga from the ghetto (ghetto)

Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes (spend some money on that)
Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes (yeah yeah)
Fendi on my body, hoe no plain clothes (Run that back, Turbo)
East Atlanta kickin', smokin' big dope (Wheezy outta here)
I want a Ferrari and a Range Rover (a Ferrari and a Range Rover)
That bih got a boy so she gon' lay low (that boy got no mansion, he don't)
That boy just a lick, we serve him Karo (that boy doesn't listen, he don't)
Cut that bitch right off, I feel like Van Gogh (cut that bitch right off and Van Gogh)
Diamonds on me dancing, where's the dance floor (dance floor)
Walk down on a opp and let that thang go (yeah, yeah)
50K on my backend, I did a late show (yeah, yeah)

Yeah
Stack them hunnids up like Lego (Lego)
Remember I had to charge my bro for petrol (petrol)
I came a long way trappin' off a Metro (Metro)
Ain't the same young nigga from the ghetto (ghetto)
Still got rounds I can let go (let go)
Land in any town I smoke the best dope (best dope)
I pop off a tag when I change clothes (change clothes)
Ain't the same young nigga from the ghetto (ghetto)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Chandler Durham, Jordan Carter, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Who You Foolin

Wheezy outta here
Huh, uh

Who think you foolin'? We not new to it
We countin' fluent
I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud
I came out the hood
Sometimes a gangsta need a hug
I'ma give all my problems above
Hate when people keep doin' too much
Keep it real, the streets show you no love

We don't need no one vouchin' for us
I've been grindin' and found me a bust
I've been searchin' for love and found lust
It's so hard to stop holdin' a grudge
My lil' dawg split your shit like a Dutch
My whole squad kept the kid in the cut
Keep your strap 'cause these niggas play tough
Pick and chose who the right one to trust
Pick and chose who the right one to trust
Keep it real it's a lot of fake love
Niggas hate but they bitches in love
And the Bentley all white like a dove
I took off, ate this Xan, means it works
Kicked her out, told her walk to the burbs
I'm a sipper, can tell when it's cut
You can't tell me that she ain't a slut

Who think you foolin'? We not new to it
We countin' fluent
I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud
I came out the hood
Sometimes a gangsta need a hug
I'ma give all my problems above
Hate when people keep doin' too much
Keep it real, the streets show you no love

I don't need no one vouchin' for me
I be flossin', ain't talkin' 'bout my teeth
Car push-start, I keep losin' the keys
Chanel boss my closet full of C's
My shit wet Elliantte, VVs
I got pearls 'round my neck, not no beads
I get cash in my bank when I'm sleep
New blue face, two-tone Patek Philippe
Beverly Center, shoppin' spree on me
New agenda, don't do nothin' free
Ain't not one of my foreigns on E
All my bitches got expensive weave
I sip drank for my pain to get eased
I still talk to the Lord on my knees
Helpin' me take care all of my needs
And we take off the top for a breeze

Who think you foolin'? We not new to it
We countin' fluent
I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud
I came out the hood
Sometimes a gangsta need a hug
I'ma give all my problems above
Hate when people keep doin' too much
Keep it real, the streets show you no love
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Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






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Drip or Drown 2 is the debut studio album by American rapper Gunna, released on February 22, 2019, by YSL Records and 300 Entertainment.

It serves as the sequel to his 2017 EP Drip or Drown with American producer Wheezy. The album features guest appearances from Lil Baby, Young Thug, and Playboi Carti. It also features production by Wheezy and Turbo, among others.
Performed By: Gunna
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Charlie Handsome, Ghetto Guitar, Jet, Keyyz, Morgan Matthews, Tba, Turbo, Wheezy
Length: 48:06
Released: February 22nd, 2019
Year: 2019

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