(Yeah, look)
I remember the days runnin' and gunnin'
To get that boy killed it ain't nun
All that it costs is a push of a button
Stay in the back lil' nigga stop frontin'
When I hit his block all the niggas start runnin'
Why? They already know what's coming
Mac on my hip ain't talkin' McMuffin
Bitch walkin' home kick her out like I'm puntin'
Your bitch like the cream like we smoking a Russian
I'm in her pipes like I used to be plumbin'
With all that said I still ain't cuffin'
Back to the street shit I'm out here truckin'
ARP sing if I hear that he bluffing'
I got a heart no bitch I don't do lovin'
Matter fact bitch get out cut the discussion
These niggas be pussy niggas be rookie
That nigga got hurt was nothing like Boogie
I shot the top straight off of his hoodie
Sippin' on milk 'cause I'm smoking on cookies
I'm in the field I'm looking like Mad Max
Smoking dope probably off Xanax
I had to cut that shit out
Niggas start takin' shit for the clout
Know we for real with this shit
These rap niggas just pretend
She on her knees amen
Damn that bitch wet like it's raining
Why she be playin'
I saw an opp instantly start sprayin'
Why? All my niggas built for this shit
Three-five-seven brand new hollow tips
These niggas just talk like politics
Steady looking for new green bitch I'm a colonist
I remember the days runnin' and gunnin'
To get that boy killed it ain't nun
All that it costs is a push of a button
Stay in the back lil' nigga stop frontin'
When I hit his block all the niggas start runnin'
Why? They already know what's coming
Mac on my hip ain't talkin' McMuffin
Bitch walkin' home kick her out like I'm puntin'
Your bitch like the cream like we smoking a Russian
I'm in her pipes like I used to be plumbin'
With all that said I still ain't cuffin'
Back to the street shit I'm out here truckin'
ARP sing if I hear that he bluffing'
I got a heart no bitch I don't do lovin'
Matter fact bitch get out cut the discussion
Why do these niggas be frontin'
I had to get off my ass and go get it
'Cause ain't no one handed me nothin'
I'm tryna take a trip out of the country
Start selling out shows out in London
'Member them days I was bummin'
Now I count twenties, fifties, and hunnids
The money you know that I'm thumbin'
You niggas can't rap need to quit it
You know that he cap he ain't with it
These niggas be mad I'm gettin' it
Bro copped a P and you know that he flipped it
Double my cup I'm not sippin' no liquor
Don't even know 'em they ask for a picture
I earn my stripes like a ref I'm official
I earn my stripes like a ref I'm official
I remember the days runnin' and gunnin'
To get that boy killed it ain't nun
All that it costs is a push of a button
Stay in the back lil' nigga stop frontin'
When I hit his block all the niggas start runnin'
Why? They already know what's coming
Mac on my hip ain't talkin' McMuffin
Bitch walkin' home kick her out like I'm puntin'
Your bitch like the cream like we smoking a Russian
I'm in her pipes like I used to be plumbin'
With all that said I still ain't cuffin'
Back to the street shit I'm out here truckin'
ARP sing if I hear that he bluffing'
I got a heart no bitch I don't do lovin'
Matter fact bitch get out cut the discussion
Mr.Money - Gunnin' (feat. Neeko Bands) Lyrics
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(Yeah, look)
I remember the days runnin' and gunnin'
To get that boy killed it ain't nun
All that it costs is a push of a button
Stay in the back lil' nigga stop frontin'
When I hit his block all the niggas start runnin'
Why? They already know what's coming
Mac on my hip ain't talkin' McMuffin
Bitch walkin' home kick her out like I'm puntin'
Your bitch like the cream like we smoking a Russian
I'm in her pipes like I used to be plumbin'
With all that said I still ain't cuffin'
Back to the street shit I'm out here truckin'
ARP sing if I hear that he bluffing'
I got a heart no bitch I don't do lovin'
Matter fact bitch get out cut the discussion
These niggas be pussy niggas be rookie
That nigga got hurt was nothing like Boogie
I shot the top straight off of his hoodie
Sippin' on milk 'cause I'm smoking on cookies
I'm in the field I'm looking like Mad Max
Smoking dope probably off Xanax
I had to cut that shit out
Niggas start takin' shit for the clout
Know we for real with this shit
These rap niggas just pretend
She on her knees amen
Damn that bitch wet like it's raining
Why she be playin'
I saw an opp instantly start sprayin'
Why? All my niggas built for this shit
Three-five-seven brand new hollow tips
These niggas just talk like politics
Steady looking for new green bitch I'm a colonist
I remember the days runnin' and gunnin'
To get that boy killed it ain't nun
All that it costs is a push of a button
Stay in the back lil' nigga stop frontin'
When I hit his block all the niggas start runnin'
Why? They already know what's coming
Mac on my hip ain't talkin' McMuffin
Bitch walkin' home kick her out like I'm puntin'
Your bitch like the cream like we smoking a Russian
I'm in her pipes like I used to be plumbin'
With all that said I still ain't cuffin'
Back to the street shit I'm out here truckin'
ARP sing if I hear that he bluffing'
I got a heart no bitch I don't do lovin'
Matter fact bitch get out cut the discussion
Why do these niggas be frontin'
I had to get off my ass and go get it
'Cause ain't no one handed me nothin'
I'm tryna take a trip out of the country
Start selling out shows out in London
'Member them days I was bummin'
Now I count twenties, fifties, and hunnids
The money you know that I'm thumbin'
You niggas can't rap need to quit it
You know that he cap he ain't with it
These niggas be mad I'm gettin' it
Bro copped a P and you know that he flipped it
Double my cup I'm not sippin' no liquor
Don't even know 'em they ask for a picture
I earn my stripes like a ref I'm official
I earn my stripes like a ref I'm official
I remember the days runnin' and gunnin'
To get that boy killed it ain't nun
All that it costs is a push of a button
Stay in the back lil' nigga stop frontin'
When I hit his block all the niggas start runnin'
Why? They already know what's coming
Mac on my hip ain't talkin' McMuffin
Bitch walkin' home kick her out like I'm puntin'
Your bitch like the cream like we smoking a Russian
I'm in her pipes like I used to be plumbin'
With all that said I still ain't cuffin'
Back to the street shit I'm out here truckin'
ARP sing if I hear that he bluffing'
I got a heart no bitch I don't do lovin'
Matter fact bitch get out cut the discussion
I remember the days runnin' and gunnin'
To get that boy killed it ain't nun
All that it costs is a push of a button
Stay in the back lil' nigga stop frontin'
When I hit his block all the niggas start runnin'
Why? They already know what's coming
Mac on my hip ain't talkin' McMuffin
Bitch walkin' home kick her out like I'm puntin'
Your bitch like the cream like we smoking a Russian
I'm in her pipes like I used to be plumbin'
With all that said I still ain't cuffin'
Back to the street shit I'm out here truckin'
ARP sing if I hear that he bluffing'
I got a heart no bitch I don't do lovin'
Matter fact bitch get out cut the discussion
These niggas be pussy niggas be rookie
That nigga got hurt was nothing like Boogie
I shot the top straight off of his hoodie
Sippin' on milk 'cause I'm smoking on cookies
I'm in the field I'm looking like Mad Max
Smoking dope probably off Xanax
I had to cut that shit out
Niggas start takin' shit for the clout
Know we for real with this shit
These rap niggas just pretend
She on her knees amen
Damn that bitch wet like it's raining
Why she be playin'
I saw an opp instantly start sprayin'
Why? All my niggas built for this shit
Three-five-seven brand new hollow tips
These niggas just talk like politics
Steady looking for new green bitch I'm a colonist
I remember the days runnin' and gunnin'
To get that boy killed it ain't nun
All that it costs is a push of a button
Stay in the back lil' nigga stop frontin'
When I hit his block all the niggas start runnin'
Why? They already know what's coming
Mac on my hip ain't talkin' McMuffin
Bitch walkin' home kick her out like I'm puntin'
Your bitch like the cream like we smoking a Russian
I'm in her pipes like I used to be plumbin'
With all that said I still ain't cuffin'
Back to the street shit I'm out here truckin'
ARP sing if I hear that he bluffing'
I got a heart no bitch I don't do lovin'
Matter fact bitch get out cut the discussion
Why do these niggas be frontin'
I had to get off my ass and go get it
'Cause ain't no one handed me nothin'
I'm tryna take a trip out of the country
Start selling out shows out in London
'Member them days I was bummin'
Now I count twenties, fifties, and hunnids
The money you know that I'm thumbin'
You niggas can't rap need to quit it
You know that he cap he ain't with it
These niggas be mad I'm gettin' it
Bro copped a P and you know that he flipped it
Double my cup I'm not sippin' no liquor
Don't even know 'em they ask for a picture
I earn my stripes like a ref I'm official
I earn my stripes like a ref I'm official
I remember the days runnin' and gunnin'
To get that boy killed it ain't nun
All that it costs is a push of a button
Stay in the back lil' nigga stop frontin'
When I hit his block all the niggas start runnin'
Why? They already know what's coming
Mac on my hip ain't talkin' McMuffin
Bitch walkin' home kick her out like I'm puntin'
Your bitch like the cream like we smoking a Russian
I'm in her pipes like I used to be plumbin'
With all that said I still ain't cuffin'
Back to the street shit I'm out here truckin'
ARP sing if I hear that he bluffing'
I got a heart no bitch I don't do lovin'
Matter fact bitch get out cut the discussion
Writer: Brandon Puckett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid