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lbs. - Gunnin Lyrics



lbs. - Gunnin Lyrics




From a city, from a town, nigga

Depressed like the Browns, nigga
Don't make a sound
Shh
Toating a hundred rounds, nigga

From a city that's so ruthless, they'll knock a nigga toothless
I do this
F*ck around, might take your main ho to Ruth Chris
What's up, nigga

Getting money, is you Milwaukee bucks, nigga?
I just..
I..
I just made a couple f*cking bands off of Snapchat

Stay down, young nigga
Let your f*cking cash stack
Take that cash flip, nigga
Then you do it again

You wouldn't understand the shit I seen behind these lanes
1K for these shoes
All these hoes say I'm trim
Crown me the king

Aquaman, I am him
Tell us how to come this way
Six Terry Crew's
We just did that shit in three days

Lame niggas gotta stay awake
Rule number one, you gotta pay to play
Take a shit like a giveaway
Giving top five temp faded

Had a cool motherland, bitch
Giving five brain
For my gang, I go insane
And I'm balling hard, bitch

23, fade away, bitch
Pussy
Pussy
Bitch

Bitch
Pussy
They said I'm too old, nigga
They said I'm gone fall, nigga

My flow too sick like I got a f*cking cold, nigga
I'm crossing my T's
I'm dotting my I's
Break these niggas ankles like I am AI

Bet the under rookie niggas
Running up the f*cking check
We getting into this money, man
Put the butters on these niggas neck

I'm from a city
More like a town
Everyone know everyone
These hoes be passing around

Keep the casa coming
We be drinking
We be thugging
Liquor drawn up

Bullshit out
You know these bitches, they be bugging
I throw that shit on
Pay that price and look my best

Damn right, I'm the best that she ever f*cking met
I'm a straight shooter
Don't get mad at me
I'm a tell it like it is

I don't give no fantasy
F*cker in the backseat
Have her screaming
Breezo please

Got a cushion on the window
F*ck it
Let the neighbors see
Throwing up gang signs, nigga

Big C's
Car red and black
Still the gang
For me

Do this for my guys
I do this shit for me
F*ck the fame
That's lame

We just want the f*cking dream
I'm Breezo
I'm her
I'm the motherf*cking queen

It's Aries and the Aquaman on the f*cking scene
Don't be no hater when you see us riding clean
Breeze and Ray the best, nigga
Meet the dream team
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English

From a city, from a town, nigga

Depressed like the Browns, nigga
Don't make a sound
Shh
Toating a hundred rounds, nigga

From a city that's so ruthless, they'll knock a nigga toothless
I do this
F*ck around, might take your main ho to Ruth Chris
What's up, nigga

Getting money, is you Milwaukee bucks, nigga?
I just..
I..
I just made a couple f*cking bands off of Snapchat

Stay down, young nigga
Let your f*cking cash stack
Take that cash flip, nigga
Then you do it again

You wouldn't understand the shit I seen behind these lanes
1K for these shoes
All these hoes say I'm trim
Crown me the king

Aquaman, I am him
Tell us how to come this way
Six Terry Crew's
We just did that shit in three days

Lame niggas gotta stay awake
Rule number one, you gotta pay to play
Take a shit like a giveaway
Giving top five temp faded

Had a cool motherland, bitch
Giving five brain
For my gang, I go insane
And I'm balling hard, bitch

23, fade away, bitch
Pussy
Pussy
Bitch

Bitch
Pussy
They said I'm too old, nigga
They said I'm gone fall, nigga

My flow too sick like I got a f*cking cold, nigga
I'm crossing my T's
I'm dotting my I's
Break these niggas ankles like I am AI

Bet the under rookie niggas
Running up the f*cking check
We getting into this money, man
Put the butters on these niggas neck

I'm from a city
More like a town
Everyone know everyone
These hoes be passing around

Keep the casa coming
We be drinking
We be thugging
Liquor drawn up

Bullshit out
You know these bitches, they be bugging
I throw that shit on
Pay that price and look my best

Damn right, I'm the best that she ever f*cking met
I'm a straight shooter
Don't get mad at me
I'm a tell it like it is

I don't give no fantasy
F*cker in the backseat
Have her screaming
Breezo please

Got a cushion on the window
F*ck it
Let the neighbors see
Throwing up gang signs, nigga

Big C's
Car red and black
Still the gang
For me

Do this for my guys
I do this shit for me
F*ck the fame
That's lame

We just want the f*cking dream
I'm Breezo
I'm her
I'm the motherf*cking queen

It's Aries and the Aquaman on the f*cking scene
Don't be no hater when you see us riding clean
Breeze and Ray the best, nigga
Meet the dream team
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Writer: Bri D, Ray G
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Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Bri D, Ray G

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