hey
hey
gunna
cooler than a bitch cool
let her think twice my shooter in the vip yeah
tenth gradeboughta franck muelleroff of licks yeah
percocet feelin’ likei’m cruisin’ on a ship woah
it’s your birthday put some icin’ on your wrist ice
i reached every goal had to write another list yeah
i’m strokin’ on a toe while she bitin’ on her lip stroke
i fly across the globe and i call another hit fly
they watchin’ ’cause they know how slimey it can get slime
i’m ridin’ to the top from the bottom of ditch bottom off the ditch
your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin’ out of hits runnin’ out of hits
say the wrong word and i’ma shoot him in his shit yeah
we some big dogs you a poodle i’m a pit shoot him
i don’t trust these hoes at all just as far as i can spit far as i can spit
we fuckin’ up the mall if you like it then you get it like it then you get it
we stack the money tall if you broke then we’ll fix it tall
gunna
i feel like a rocket i’m goin’ outer space outer space
got pretty vibes with me i make sure all of ’em straight
i dress a bitch i put her in some prada and bape
young wunna international in all fifty states woah
listen i might buss a nigga war ready
chop a nigga crew with a machete
smokin’ gasoline ninetythree unleaded
card never d’d i can spend without a limit yeah
three rolls watches and they all got baguetties woah
i got ten bad bitches i keep all of ’em happy yeah
you ain’t did nothin’ for my bitch bought an allgold patek
she can suck a good dick get the benz four ‘matic benz
this a rich nigga come and feel my fabric
young gunwunna i got hundreds in my pants and my jacket
chandelier all in the ceilin’ think we fuckin’ in the palace
when you really gettin’ millions it gon’ up a nigga status up a nigga status
gunna
cooler than a bitch cool
let her think twice my shooter in the vip yeah
tenth grade bought a franck mueller off of licks yeah
percocet feelin’ like i’m cruisin’ on a ship woah
it’s your birthday put some icin’ on your wrist ice
i reached every goal had to write another list yeah
i’m strokin’ on a toe while she bitin’ on her lip stroke
i fly across the globe and i call another hit fly
they watchin’ ’cause they know how slimey it can get slime
i’m ridin’ to the top from the bottom of the ditch bottom of the ditch
your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin’ out of hits runnin’ out of hits
say the wrong word and i’ma shoot him in his shit yeah
we some big dogs you a poodle i’m a pit shoot him
i don’t trust these hoes at all just as far as i can spit far as i can spit
we fuckin’ up the mall if you like it then you get it like it then you get it
we stack the money tall if you broke then we’ll fix it tall
roddy ricch
pull up to the maybach in the driveway hmm
traphouse had bitches countin’ hundreds in the room
how you claimin’ you a street nigga havin’ loose lips
got a lot of new shit eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship
got my niggas in the feds gettin’ loads when they get out
keefa had to bring the bentayga with the kit out
got five bitches rollin’ off the dope at the penthouse
she ain’t tryna give me no neck she had to get out
send my young shooters go wet some shit
big brother taught me how to sip actavis
when i pull up mulsanne she get crackin’ on the dick
lil’ shawty gave me brain i almost crashed the whip
get her saint laurent what’s your shoe size
fucked her i done came ’bout two times yeah
i got top on top the rooftop yeah
big cullinan suicide yeah
gunna
cooler than a bitch cool
let her think twice my shooter in the vip yeah
tenth grade bought a franck mueller off of licks yeah
percocet feelin’ like i’m cruisin’ on a ship woah
it’s your birthday put some icin’ on your wrist ice
i reached every goal had to write another list yeah
i’m strokin’ on a toe while she bitin’ on her lip stroke
i fly across the globe and i call another hit fly
they watchin’ ’cause they know how slimey it can get slime
i’m ridin’ to the top from the bottom of ditch bottom off the ditch
your favorite rapper burnt and he runnin’ out of hits runnin’ out of hits
say the wrong word and i’ma shoot him in his shit yeah
we some big dogs you a poodle i’m a pit shoot him
i don’t trust these hoes at all just as far as i can spit far as i can spit
we fuckin’ up the mall if you like it then you get it like it then you get it
we stack the money tall if you broke then we’ll fix it tall
ice
yeah
slime
runnin’ out of hits
yeah
Artist: Gunna Featuring Roddy Ricch
Year: 2020
Decade: 20s
Language: en
Word Count: 502