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fuck witcha boy Gunna Ayy, I fuck with you, boy, fuck with you, boy Take me a helicopter, land in Punta Cana Got me a business lawyer help insure I'm covered I'm pushing and lifting it up, I'm 'bout to cut up this summer Uh gp Gunna I'm 'bout to start cryin' right now And I'm so emotional Like, my pussy is so good Like, it's so good, fuck (Run that back, Turbo) That my lil' woe, she been pullin' up on us Come right to the spot, I neck on a yacht Gunna gettin' neck on a yacht, hunnid foot parked at the dock Bad ho' poppin' they twat, I'm gettin' this shit back on lock Rockin' some Prada high top, I'm cashin' out on a lot Turn this shit back up a notch, fuck back at it Gunna [Chorus] Back at it Smokin' this 'Scotti, this shit startin' to hit like it's crack in it The boy got the rock and he sleep at the top like a crack addict Two racks just for the tank top, you niggas is bread & butter Gunna yeah He talk so much, I showed him I'm a real hunter Won't say it, but he know I still got real cutters, yeah Yeah, I'm right back and I lost mad commas I had been down bad inside a dark tunnel, yeah Fuck bottom Gunna was raised up Ain't have shit, we would eat all the bread crusts Talkin' crazy like they smokin' angel dust I can have them boys leakin' out red stuff Niggas saweetie (Sweet) Never could be me Not the boy fukumean Gunna (Ooh, Dunk Rock) Fuck you mean? again Gunna I just keep ringin', I'ma be ringin' your line once again (brrt) I done been drinkin', I was just thinkin' when we gon' fuck again Her pussy leakin', I'm pullin' up, I wanna make love again She wanna- cfwm Gunna Yeah They can't fuck with me, I shake the ground when I speak Copped the new Ferrari, they see flames when I speed Went straight to the source, ain't no man in between G6 is for us, and my main needs Celine wgft (feat. Burna Boy) Gunna born rich Gunna poppin' Survivin' the spendin' addiction is not an option, yeah Get so rich, it's only hurts your pockets Live life, pay when you move, it feel like Monopoly, yeah [Pre-Chorus] And we goin' rich You fuck treesh Gunna vibe, call up a treesh Treesh, treesh, treesh (Treesh ho), treesh Treesh, treesh, treesh (Treesh ho) Treesh, treesh, treesh (Treesh ho), treesh Treesh, treesh, treesh (Treesh ho) Lil' bitch bad, ah, fuck rare occasion Gunna these niggas fake, they got too many faces Wunna I'm pullin' up, then it's a rare occasion (rare occasion) Fans say I'm amazin', all my shit be wavy (shit be wavy) On one, got it on fire, he'll set your boy GOT DAMN Gunna (Aviator) On and off the jet, goddamn Uh, I don't get no rest, goddamn I want my respect, goddamn I been running up a check, yeah (Yeah) When we fuck, it ease my stress, goddamn Uh, way she give that neck back to the moon Gunna If you don't fuck with me, don't do what I do Think he the one, but he really the two Better get low when I hit at your crew I'm sendin' the cleaners through I'm barely not sober, they thinkin' it's over still prevail Gunna leather Vetement trench Thousands gon' go on my wrist This bitch drankin' me, she a fish They soft that they swivel, don't stick I can do a lot of things but don't miss Your baby mama know that I'm it I fuck i was just thinking Gunna bout the times I was hard-headed Thought it was right all along, I was misled All this weight on my back feelin' so heavy These boys claim they want war, well, I'm war-ready I had to bake cake for the boy blackjack Gunna from Loewe, they ain't come from Cavalli I go Ricky, I go Balenci', used to rock the Zanottis We overseas, l'm in my D, with bae massagin' my body It's the real bluscotti when we smoke, la di da di When Gunna clear my rain (feat. Leon Bridges) Gunna Ah shit, baby slim in the waist Body right, she a ten in the face (Hmm-mm) Fuck her all night and through the day (Hmm-mm) Rock a tour, now she and I the same Pocket book and skin not plain Sunshine, can back in the a Gunna right back in the A Smooth, I ain't leavin' no trace (Smooth) Racks on me (Racks), racks on me, fresh out the chase You got it off the display ('Splay), I got it from the runway I got it (I got it), fuck prototype Gunna home She live up in the trey I just ate two more and I'm goin' outer space Satellite, uh, out of sight, uh Private flight, and it's top tier Drivin' covered and stylin', you ain't do it right I don't fuck trio Gunna Wunna don't play, give no fuck what you say, I made millions because I'm melodic (Melodic) Straight from the set, used to serve on the South, I made rackies from sellin' exotic Hatin' on the kid, don't i can't feel my face (feat. Nechie) Gunna I'm goin' with the process Even though this shit deeper than music, I know it's a process Mhm, mhm Mhm, mhm, mm (I can't feel my face) Mhm, mhm, mm (yeah, we givin' you bad taste) Mhm, mhm, mhm (bitch, fuck turned your back Gunna Oh (Oh) [Verse 2] I heard the rumors sayin' I'm packin' up and flyin' out We ain't goin' nowhere, I'm stayin' here, gon' fight it out I been like, "Fuck it, let's just give these niggas all clout" Goin time reveals, be careful what you wish for Gunna your way, go your way Press on my jeans, small tee from Chrome Hearty Chains on my belt, I'm rockstar without the Harley I feel the growth and can't nobody stop the chartin' This ain't the same young Gunna p angels Gunna lane (Skrrt) On a Tsunami, yeah, like wave I bought the map (Uh), Bruce Wayne (Wayne) Sleep on the yacht for like twenty-somethin' days On a G6 tryna smoke all the Haze (Smoke all the Haze) [Verse 2] I fuck what they thinking Gunna I don't know what these niggas thinking I don't know what these bitches want I ain't playin' games No, I ain't goin' at all this a Plain Jane It's a Role', oh Board a private plane And we takin' off Gunna $$$ (feat. Normani) Gunna some niggas upset and that's on God, I don't regret Ain't see it like this first, but overall, I'm still blessed Young rich success, from the city of finesse (Yeah) One of one, I'm Wun, bitch, I'm rare Fuck HIM ALL ALONG Gunna Jordan (Jordan) Speed in the coupe, Jeff Gordon, I got the foreign imported (Foreign imported) Knew that we sold out the Barclay', now we gon' sell out the Garden (Gon' sell out the Garden) Trap, I'ma fuck today i did good Gunna winter colder, I'm in Aspen dressed like a polar Got a passion for fashion, I told her In the cabins with a bad bitch on me, and I can't even control her I need passports, we goin' global, this bitch bad Fuck