Yeah
Yeah
We just keep goin', man, we don't keep
We don't stop, we just, just keep pushin', man
I float like a ghost when I ride (float)
Still on it, they hope I retire ('tire)
No boast, this ain't no facade (no boast)
I'm goin' against all the odds (all the odds)
A GOAT, no way I can hide (a GOAT)
Orange County, I'm at the Montage (Montage)
The Lambo', the Benz, or the Dodge (Dodge)
Ferrari, add to the collage (yeah)
Young player, I wanna go Gator (go Gator)
They probably be feelin' me later (probably)
I promise, I ain't askin' for favors (promise)
I work and put work on the daily (work)
I spend fifty racks on a trainer (fifty)
My payroll ain't missin' a payment (no)
We startin' to spend cash with payments (cash the payments)
And make this shit last for ages (last for ages)
I hate the four walls, the cages (I hate it)
They told me dissolve the patience (yeah)
We livin' through all the changes (all the changes)
We ball 'til we fall, we made it (we ball)
You look for that dog, it's in him (that dog)
He plottin' on that cash, he anxious (cash, he anxious)
My wrist havin' glass, it's stainless (glass)
I'm startin' to see past the hatred (past)
My music ain't past its time (nah)
It's formin' a aura (formin' a aura)
The shrooms, they came from Euphoria (shrooms)
Can't kill me, you gon' need some more of ya (yeah)
Roll on the road, we geeked up on the tour bus
Baby, say she wanna f*ck and I said that makes two of us
I float like a ghost when I ride
Still on it, they hope I retire (hope I retire)
No boast, this ain't no facade
I'm goin' against all the odds (against all the odds)
A GOAT, no way I can hide (I'ma hide)
Orange County, I'm at the Montage (Montage)
The Lambo', the Benz, or the Dodge (Dodge)
Ferrari, add to the collage (skrrt, skrrt)
Mclaren right after the Spider (the Spider)
I got my first rolls from Spider (from Spider)
Thank God I didn't need a writer (thank God)
I work but they think they entitled (they entitled)
All my words come with a title (with a title)
My fans know my songs, they recite 'em (yeah)
My fans got my shit on repeat (on repeat)
Miami, I'm droppin' the Heat (droppin' the Heat)
Don't stop it, keep poppin' it, P (poppin' it, P)
Wide body, they all in the fleet (all in the fleet)
Hard body, they callin' me flee (callin' me flee)
Still toxic, I gotta be geeked (gotta be geeked)
Ain't stunnin' her, she prolly a treesh (prolly a treesh)
Stay strong, this ain't for the weak (ain't for the weak)
I float like a ghost when I ride (float)
Still on it, they hope I retire ('tire)
No boast, this ain't no facade (no boast)
I'm goin' against all the odds (all the odds)
A GOAT, no way I can hide (a GOAT)
Orange County, I'm at the Montage (Montage)
The Lambo', the Benz, or the Dodge (Dodge)
Ferrari, add to the collage (yeah)
Gunna - One Of Wun Album Lyrics
Gunna - One Of Wun Lyrics
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Amman Moosa Nurani, Teun Bauhuis
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
One of Wun
(That's a good one, P)
One-of-one bitches, they tens
One of one, never again (one of one)
Wun get the cake and the butter, I count it like hustle, the money all-in
Ridin' around town in a drop-top coupe
And the motor in the trunk, you can hear it (skrrt)
Think all about how they want me to lose, but I'm W, due for a win
F*ckin' this bitch in a orgy, I'm having a snow-bunny hold up her legs (legs)
Far from a dummy, I see how I'm coming
Don't tempt me, I'm right on the edge (don't tempt me)
Gettin' it since a youngin, I been had the shoe box of money all under my bed (my bed)
2018, 'came a millionaire, made a career, niggas thought I'd be dead (thought I'd be dead)
I'm getting cold, my body cold, I took a lil' X (X, yeah)
I hit her one time, told her pull up again, making that lil' pussy stretch (stretch out)
Give me some head in the back of the Benz
Grippin' the back of her neck (whoa, whoa)
I went and put mirror tint on the tint, I wanna see the reflection (uh)
I'm the best dressed at the Met (the Met)
The wave in her dress, I know how to dress (I know how to dress)
I turn the drip to a flex (flex)
I still got the check, I poke out my chest
I'm treatin' that lil' boy like my pets (pets)
I let the bitch use me for sex (sex)
I know that young Wunna a catch
Got one of one ice on a jet (one of one)
One-of-one bitches, they tens
One of one, never again (one of one)
Wun get the cake and the butter, I count it like hustle, the money all-in
Ridin' around town in a drop-top coupe
And the motor in the trunk, you can hear it (skrrt)
Think all about how they want me to lose, but I'm W, due for a win (w)
One of one, mixing it up (mixing)
One of one, mixing it in (in)
One-of-one Mansory kit (kit)
Wunna wanna one of one bitch (yeah)
Come to the spot, I got all one of one pieces
And all of 'em cost me a grip (grip)
Come to the 'yo, it's a pretty ho ready to go on the pole with her lips
Good service, I'm ready to tip (good service)
You knowing I'm hip, I don't got a chip
You know I ain't no lil' bitty shrimp (you know it)
We switching positions, we switching locations
I'm f*cking this bitch in the gym (lift)
She say she don't wanna say Gunna no more
And she 'bout to start calling me Him ('bout to start calling me Him)
I'm him, hundreds, you making it hot (hot)
The stakes is high, the prices is high, I'm 'bout to fly to Dubai (I'm gone)
Hoorsenbuhs, HB on the tie, I whip the one-of-one ride (one-of-one)
Ain't cuffing the bitch, let her slide (slide)
I come in, I come to get mine (mine)
Pop out on these bitches like surprise (one of one)
One-of-one bitches, they tens
One of one, never again (one of one)
Wun get the cake and the butter, I count it like hustle, the money all-in
Ridin' around town in a drop-top coupe
And the motor in the trunk, you can hear it
Think all about how they want me to lose, but I'm W, due for a win
One-of-one bitches, they tens
One of one, never again (one of one)
Wun get the cake and the butter, I count it like hustle, the money all-in
Ridin' around town in a drop-top coupe
And the motor in the trunk, you can hear it (skrrt)
Think all about how they want me to lose, but I'm W, due for a win
F*ckin' this bitch in a orgy, I'm having a snow-bunny hold up her legs (legs)
Far from a dummy, I see how I'm coming
Don't tempt me, I'm right on the edge (don't tempt me)
Gettin' it since a youngin, I been had the shoe box of money all under my bed (my bed)
2018, 'came a millionaire, made a career, niggas thought I'd be dead (thought I'd be dead)
I'm getting cold, my body cold, I took a lil' X (X, yeah)
I hit her one time, told her pull up again, making that lil' pussy stretch (stretch out)
Give me some head in the back of the Benz
Grippin' the back of her neck (whoa, whoa)
I went and put mirror tint on the tint, I wanna see the reflection (uh)
I'm the best dressed at the Met (the Met)
The wave in her dress, I know how to dress (I know how to dress)
I turn the drip to a flex (flex)
I still got the check, I poke out my chest
I'm treatin' that lil' boy like my pets (pets)
I let the bitch use me for sex (sex)
I know that young Wunna a catch
Got one of one ice on a jet (one of one)
One-of-one bitches, they tens
One of one, never again (one of one)
Wun get the cake and the butter, I count it like hustle, the money all-in
Ridin' around town in a drop-top coupe
And the motor in the trunk, you can hear it (skrrt)
Think all about how they want me to lose, but I'm W, due for a win (w)
One of one, mixing it up (mixing)
One of one, mixing it in (in)
One-of-one Mansory kit (kit)
Wunna wanna one of one bitch (yeah)
Come to the spot, I got all one of one pieces
And all of 'em cost me a grip (grip)
Come to the 'yo, it's a pretty ho ready to go on the pole with her lips
Good service, I'm ready to tip (good service)
You knowing I'm hip, I don't got a chip
You know I ain't no lil' bitty shrimp (you know it)
We switching positions, we switching locations
I'm f*cking this bitch in the gym (lift)
She say she don't wanna say Gunna no more
And she 'bout to start calling me Him ('bout to start calling me Him)
I'm him, hundreds, you making it hot (hot)
The stakes is high, the prices is high, I'm 'bout to fly to Dubai (I'm gone)
Hoorsenbuhs, HB on the tie, I whip the one-of-one ride (one-of-one)
Ain't cuffing the bitch, let her slide (slide)
I come in, I come to get mine (mine)
Pop out on these bitches like surprise (one of one)
One-of-one bitches, they tens
One of one, never again (one of one)
Wun get the cake and the butter, I count it like hustle, the money all-in
Ridin' around town in a drop-top coupe
And the motor in the trunk, you can hear it
Think all about how they want me to lose, but I'm W, due for a win
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Kenneth Redfield, Leutrim Beqiri, Quendrim Hasani
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
neck on a yacht
(Makers)
Yeah
I'm 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, f*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout
I'm back with the racks out the bank
Like Titanic, they want me to sink
Got a new batch I'm smokin', it's stankin'
Went to Tootsie's, let her throw a little twinkie
They ain't think I go hard in the paint
Nigga, I told you, it's f*ck what you think
Wrap that boy up like a blanket
Now take a swim in the lake
Took my shirt off, these boys outta shape
And Young Flo gon' come turn up the bass
Got Biscotti, I'm smokin' this grade A
Got some shrooms take me straight outta space
I wake up, all I want is a payday
I got rich without doing the Nae Nae
OG Bobby, this ain't no Lil' Ray Ray
Gettin' it in, count it faster then straight A's
Virgil Mercedes, tinted up you can't see on the E-way
Ballin' like EA, pretty vibes overseas for the C-day
My bitch got a three-eighty, she so up north, shit outta PA
Give me neck, yeah, the throat, baby
Jump on the yacht, let her go crazy
Yeah, I'm 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, f*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout
I'm back in all black like the crow (back)
Papa Doc, niggas thought I would choke (choke)
Smack her ass and I grab by the throat (throat)
Overseas with some treesh on a boat (treesh)
Fans see me, they sayin' I'm a G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
I don't cap, niggas thought it was a joke
Eight hundred somethin' for the show (eight hundred)
Leave a three-five Biscotti in the roach (yeah)
I'm in London at the Harris, send a photo
I'm rockin' a jacket, let it drag to the floor
Poppin' the tags in the Tes', they like, "No more"
Add it up fast, and don't tell them what's the total (yeah)
Feel like spazzin', I'm spazzin' (spazz)
Droppin' shit back to back on they throats with no promo (promo)
Every day, I get fashion
I'm a model rockstar with a cropped leather jacket (yeah)
My Lambo the fastest, took the turbo Porsche over to Aston (skrr)
Took the Maybach truck over to Audi (skrr)
Can't believe these f*ck niggas that doubted
Put that shit on, I don't need your stylist (stylist)
Geek it up and get high as a pilot
Get the big house with vibes and we vibin'
Take the yacht and we sail to an island (yeah)
Yeah, I'm 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, f*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout
F*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout
Yeah
I'm 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, f*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout
I'm back with the racks out the bank
Like Titanic, they want me to sink
Got a new batch I'm smokin', it's stankin'
Went to Tootsie's, let her throw a little twinkie
They ain't think I go hard in the paint
Nigga, I told you, it's f*ck what you think
Wrap that boy up like a blanket
Now take a swim in the lake
Took my shirt off, these boys outta shape
And Young Flo gon' come turn up the bass
Got Biscotti, I'm smokin' this grade A
Got some shrooms take me straight outta space
I wake up, all I want is a payday
I got rich without doing the Nae Nae
OG Bobby, this ain't no Lil' Ray Ray
Gettin' it in, count it faster then straight A's
Virgil Mercedes, tinted up you can't see on the E-way
Ballin' like EA, pretty vibes overseas for the C-day
My bitch got a three-eighty, she so up north, shit outta PA
Give me neck, yeah, the throat, baby
Jump on the yacht, let her go crazy
Yeah, I'm 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, f*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout
I'm back in all black like the crow (back)
Papa Doc, niggas thought I would choke (choke)
Smack her ass and I grab by the throat (throat)
Overseas with some treesh on a boat (treesh)
Fans see me, they sayin' I'm a G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)
I don't cap, niggas thought it was a joke
Eight hundred somethin' for the show (eight hundred)
Leave a three-five Biscotti in the roach (yeah)
I'm in London at the Harris, send a photo
I'm rockin' a jacket, let it drag to the floor
Poppin' the tags in the Tes', they like, "No more"
Add it up fast, and don't tell them what's the total (yeah)
Feel like spazzin', I'm spazzin' (spazz)
Droppin' shit back to back on they throats with no promo (promo)
Every day, I get fashion
I'm a model rockstar with a cropped leather jacket (yeah)
My Lambo the fastest, took the turbo Porsche over to Aston (skrr)
Took the Maybach truck over to Audi (skrr)
Can't believe these f*ck niggas that doubted
Put that shit on, I don't need your stylist (stylist)
Geek it up and get high as a pilot
Get the big house with vibes and we vibin'
Take the yacht and we sail to an island (yeah)
Yeah, I'm 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, f*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout
F*ck what these boys talkin' 'bout
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Chandler Great
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
whatsapp (wassam)
(-Makers)
Man, wassam?
They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain't nobody to cuss at (nah)
Shit changed but it still get pushed back (pushed back)
I drop, make these lil' niggas push back (push)
I count up, just look at my contract (I count up, just look at my contract)
I'm cool, nigga, I don't want your contact
I know many men, they pray I don't win
I still gotta ride with the compact
I'm ridin' the Cullinan, I used to want a cutlass
I came a long way, that's a big fact
Big Gunna Wunna, yeah, big fact
Got your bitch checkin' in like a dispatch
It ain't money, I don't wanna chit-chat
I don't care if it gotta be a couple of years, still, I'm gon' get my lick back
You know how I came up, you know I roll with my nigga, don't never forget that
Been flooded the Range, been flooded the chains
And get it, 'cause they should remember that
I might beat that up where her village at
I hop out the Maybach, jump on the jet
They false advertisin', they act like they want it
I gave it, and they ain't even want it yet
This VVS diamonds, if I'ma go diamond, this chain like a Christmas ornament
It's cute like my baby, he ever play crazy, I spank him and put him on punishment
But f*ck that, look at my accomplishments
Let's check out my style, astonishin' (check out my style, astonishin')
Man, wassam?
They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain't nobody to cuss at (nah)
Shit changed but it still get pushed back (push)
I drop, make these little niggas push back (push)
I count up, just look at my contract (I count up, just look at my contract)
Throw money, get her some content
The factory dial, I bought out the Tao
And Sundays, I'm eatin' on Sunset
I'm holdin' it down, I watch from the mound
I'm peepin', I'm lit for the context
Young Wunna the one, word to Complex
Get money and travel, a compass
I told you a nigga ain't done yet
I heard the blogs comparin' my numbers, I guess they think it's a contest
Everybody got way bigger problem, and yet, I'm bettin' the company
Everyone who faked and act like they traded, I swear, I don't want no apology
One of the greats, I got fans every city, every state, and that's my reality
Southside, ridin' down Manor
I let it burn like calories
Runnin' the rich man salary
Allergic to broke, I got allergies
Stoned out my mind, not the cavity
Full f*ckin' this bitch, wanna marry me
She look like she wanna inherit me
I'm geekin', I need some more clarity (all of my diamonds clear)
Man, wassam?
They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain't nobody to cuss at (nah)
Shit changed but it still'll get pushed back (push)
I drop, make these little niggas push back (push)
I count up, just look at my contract (I count up, just look at my contract)
Man, what's happening?
Man, wassam?
They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain't nobody to cuss at (nah)
Shit changed but it still get pushed back (pushed back)
I drop, make these lil' niggas push back (push)
I count up, just look at my contract (I count up, just look at my contract)
I'm cool, nigga, I don't want your contact
I know many men, they pray I don't win
I still gotta ride with the compact
I'm ridin' the Cullinan, I used to want a cutlass
I came a long way, that's a big fact
Big Gunna Wunna, yeah, big fact
Got your bitch checkin' in like a dispatch
It ain't money, I don't wanna chit-chat
I don't care if it gotta be a couple of years, still, I'm gon' get my lick back
You know how I came up, you know I roll with my nigga, don't never forget that
Been flooded the Range, been flooded the chains
And get it, 'cause they should remember that
I might beat that up where her village at
I hop out the Maybach, jump on the jet
They false advertisin', they act like they want it
I gave it, and they ain't even want it yet
This VVS diamonds, if I'ma go diamond, this chain like a Christmas ornament
It's cute like my baby, he ever play crazy, I spank him and put him on punishment
But f*ck that, look at my accomplishments
Let's check out my style, astonishin' (check out my style, astonishin')
Man, wassam?
They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain't nobody to cuss at (nah)
Shit changed but it still get pushed back (push)
I drop, make these little niggas push back (push)
I count up, just look at my contract (I count up, just look at my contract)
Throw money, get her some content
The factory dial, I bought out the Tao
And Sundays, I'm eatin' on Sunset
I'm holdin' it down, I watch from the mound
I'm peepin', I'm lit for the context
Young Wunna the one, word to Complex
Get money and travel, a compass
I told you a nigga ain't done yet
I heard the blogs comparin' my numbers, I guess they think it's a contest
Everybody got way bigger problem, and yet, I'm bettin' the company
Everyone who faked and act like they traded, I swear, I don't want no apology
One of the greats, I got fans every city, every state, and that's my reality
Southside, ridin' down Manor
I let it burn like calories
Runnin' the rich man salary
Allergic to broke, I got allergies
Stoned out my mind, not the cavity
Full f*ckin' this bitch, wanna marry me
She look like she wanna inherit me
I'm geekin', I need some more clarity (all of my diamonds clear)
Man, wassam?
They sent the wire through the WhatsApp (WhatsApp)
Hope ain't nobody to cuss at (nah)
Shit changed but it still'll get pushed back (push)
I drop, make these little niggas push back (push)
I count up, just look at my contract (I count up, just look at my contract)
Man, what's happening?
Writer: Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hakuna Matata
Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta
Young Gunna worth millions of dollars (millions of dollars)
I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin' (yeah)
Young Wunna on tour, I BP the charter, livin' hakuna matata (hakuna matata)
Ain't no more worries, I'm up at it early
Yo' nigga tryna figure out his problems (figure out his problems)
A dirty thirty, I hit it like Curry, they hit me, I don't even holler (don't even holler)
These niggas songs floppin' (songs floppin'), niggas ain't gon' stop him (gon' stop him)
Switch out my cars and my addy
My family straight and that's all that matter (yeah, all that)
Stackin' them racks in the safe and prepare for whatever, whenever it happen (whenever it happen)
I put my trust in my faith, when I'm walking through straight
I don't see no one else (see no one else)
No, it ain't Lauren, it's Raf (Lauren, it's Raf) Simons, it's Vetements steps (Vetements steps)
Stay ready, I'm already prepped (prepped)
Undefeated, I feel like the champ (feel like the champ)
My bitch love the hunnids, we f*ck and get money
She turnin' my tongue to a chair (tongue to a chair)
You did it, I done it, you know how I'm comin'
Young Wunna show 'em what to wear (show 'em what to wear)
Go pick up a bag and it's way cross the country
And light up the smoke in the air (yeah)
Bitch is so trim, I treat her like my twin when I shop it
I buy by the pair (buy by the pair)
They said it was up with me but I'm so trim right now, nigga, don't even care
Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta, Young Gunna worth millions of dollars (yeah)
I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin' (followin')
Young Wunna on tour, I BP the charter, livin' hakuna matata (matata)
Ain't no more worries, I'm up at it early, yo' nigga tryna figure out his problems (his problems)
I got rich early, I'm steamin' from workin', it feel like I got a lil' hotter (got a lil' hot)
Countin' up cash in the casa (casa), eatin' sweet corn, not pasta (none of that pasta)
Living hakuna matata (hakuna matata), rockstar, role model (role model)
Still blow smoke like Shotta, I sit back drinkin' out the gold bottle (Cris')
Spring collection, I got 'em (yeah)
Put on a whole lotta (drip)
Nigga, I don't chat, won't holler, I face my problems, I pop like collars (like collars)
Nigga worth XY dollars, stacked big as a toddler, I won't even bother (won't even bother)
Wunna should be studied and honored, the top dog under, I could write a novel (okay)
Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta
Young Gunna worth millions of dollars (okay)
I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin'
Young Wunna on tour, I BP the charter, livin' hakuna matata (matata)
Ain't no more worries, I'm up at it early
Yo' nigga tryna figure out his problems (okay)
Okay
Young Gunna worth millions of dollars (millions of dollars)
I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin' (yeah)
Young Wunna on tour, I BP the charter, livin' hakuna matata (hakuna matata)
Ain't no more worries, I'm up at it early
Yo' nigga tryna figure out his problems (figure out his problems)
A dirty thirty, I hit it like Curry, they hit me, I don't even holler (don't even holler)
These niggas songs floppin' (songs floppin'), niggas ain't gon' stop him (gon' stop him)
Switch out my cars and my addy
My family straight and that's all that matter (yeah, all that)
Stackin' them racks in the safe and prepare for whatever, whenever it happen (whenever it happen)
I put my trust in my faith, when I'm walking through straight
I don't see no one else (see no one else)
No, it ain't Lauren, it's Raf (Lauren, it's Raf) Simons, it's Vetements steps (Vetements steps)
Stay ready, I'm already prepped (prepped)
Undefeated, I feel like the champ (feel like the champ)
My bitch love the hunnids, we f*ck and get money
She turnin' my tongue to a chair (tongue to a chair)
You did it, I done it, you know how I'm comin'
Young Wunna show 'em what to wear (show 'em what to wear)
Go pick up a bag and it's way cross the country
And light up the smoke in the air (yeah)
Bitch is so trim, I treat her like my twin when I shop it
I buy by the pair (buy by the pair)
They said it was up with me but I'm so trim right now, nigga, don't even care
Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta, Young Gunna worth millions of dollars (yeah)
I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin' (followin')
Young Wunna on tour, I BP the charter, livin' hakuna matata (matata)
Ain't no more worries, I'm up at it early, yo' nigga tryna figure out his problems (his problems)
I got rich early, I'm steamin' from workin', it feel like I got a lil' hotter (got a lil' hot)
Countin' up cash in the casa (casa), eatin' sweet corn, not pasta (none of that pasta)
Living hakuna matata (hakuna matata), rockstar, role model (role model)
Still blow smoke like Shotta, I sit back drinkin' out the gold bottle (Cris')
Spring collection, I got 'em (yeah)
Put on a whole lotta (drip)
Nigga, I don't chat, won't holler, I face my problems, I pop like collars (like collars)
Nigga worth XY dollars, stacked big as a toddler, I won't even bother (won't even bother)
Wunna should be studied and honored, the top dog under, I could write a novel (okay)
Came out the bottom, I count a whole lotta
Young Gunna worth millions of dollars (okay)
I ice out the charm, my lil' bitch a model, she made a few M's off a followin'
Young Wunna on tour, I BP the charter, livin' hakuna matata (matata)
Ain't no more worries, I'm up at it early
Yo' nigga tryna figure out his problems (okay)
Okay
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Adam Fritzler, Amman Moosa Nurani, Kenneth Redfield, Luc Oskar Purcell Randmaa
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Prada Dem
I got the swag, Prada them
Shawty havin' drip, proud of them (proud of them)
Boarded on the jet, out of here (out of here)
2024 our year (our year)
Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em (killin' 'em)
Steppin' on they necks, I'm really him (I'm really him)
Louis leather vest, nigga trim (nigga trim)
Running up a check, stackin' M's (stackin' M's)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold on
I crop the top, Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Put it in they face, Benihana (Benihana)
Fly to Abu Dhabi, spend a hundred (spend a hundred)
Shittin' like a potty, I ain't goin' under (I ain't goin' under)
Protected by sticks, I feel better (feel better)
I see these boys got a vendetta (Vendetta)
Better cuff your bitch, I'm gettin' at her (uh)
You ain't seein' Wunna 'cause the pen better (nah)
I'm smokin' on the 'Scott, Coretta (Coretta)
Pop a Percocet, help you feel better (mmm)
I set the trend, I'm a trendsetter (yeah)
I'm not a rat, still gettin' cheddar (gettin' cheddar)
Audemars wrist, timeless (timeless)
Certified factory diamonds (factory diamonds)
I'm the young nigga goin' diamond (diamond)
Prince, they call me your highness (highness)
Flip a nigga bitch, she tag-team shit (hold on)
I'm passin' that ho, Matt Ryan (Matt Ryan)
Cook up a hit like I'm whippin' a brick (uh)
I'm whippin' that shit like a Cayenne (whip it up)
I got the swag, Prada them
Shawty havin' drip, proud of them (proud of them)
Boarded on the jet, out of here (out of here)
2024 our year (our year)
Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em (killin' 'em)
Steppin' on they necks, I'm really him (I'm really him)
Louis leather vest, nigga trim (nigga trim)
Running up a check, stackin' M's (stackin' M's)
Yeah (hey, yeah), hold on
Turning up your bitch, Cinderella (Cinderella)
2024 Margiela (kobe year)
Money in the wall, cartelin' (cartelin')
Mansion in the hills, mall in it (mall)
Cold in a Saint Laurent chinchilla (woo)
Million when I walk, I can spend bigger (spend bigger)
Lookin' in her eyes, see the sin in her (sinner)
F*ck it, baby, go on bring your friend with her (come on)
Young rich bastard, I got ten figures (ten figures)
Run a nigga pockets, I ain't friends with him (uh-uh)
Ten years in and I'm still winnin' (still winnin')
Pillow talk to bitches 'cause you been tender (been tender)
Boardin' the dock (yeah), we in Skyami ('Yami)
Look at the clock (yeah), gold like a Grammy (gold)
Whip out the lot (whip), know they can't stand me (yeah)
Kids at the house, hundred to a nanny (hundred)
Stood on my ten, ain't nobody behind (hey)
I don't see the cap, I go Ray Charles blind (Ray)
I went Ferrari and took out the spine (woo)
M on M, millions on mind (hey)
I got the swag, Prada them
Shawty havin' drip, proud of them (proud of them)
Boarded on the jet, out of here (out of here)
2024 our year (our year)
Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em (killin' 'em)
Steppin' on they necks, I'm really him (I'm really him)
Louis leather vest, nigga trim (nigga trim)
Running up a check, stackin' M's (stackin' M's)
Yeah, hold on
Shawty havin' drip, proud of them (proud of them)
Boarded on the jet, out of here (out of here)
2024 our year (our year)
Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em (killin' 'em)
Steppin' on they necks, I'm really him (I'm really him)
Louis leather vest, nigga trim (nigga trim)
Running up a check, stackin' M's (stackin' M's)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold on
I crop the top, Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Put it in they face, Benihana (Benihana)
Fly to Abu Dhabi, spend a hundred (spend a hundred)
Shittin' like a potty, I ain't goin' under (I ain't goin' under)
Protected by sticks, I feel better (feel better)
I see these boys got a vendetta (Vendetta)
Better cuff your bitch, I'm gettin' at her (uh)
You ain't seein' Wunna 'cause the pen better (nah)
I'm smokin' on the 'Scott, Coretta (Coretta)
Pop a Percocet, help you feel better (mmm)
I set the trend, I'm a trendsetter (yeah)
I'm not a rat, still gettin' cheddar (gettin' cheddar)
Audemars wrist, timeless (timeless)
Certified factory diamonds (factory diamonds)
I'm the young nigga goin' diamond (diamond)
Prince, they call me your highness (highness)
Flip a nigga bitch, she tag-team shit (hold on)
I'm passin' that ho, Matt Ryan (Matt Ryan)
Cook up a hit like I'm whippin' a brick (uh)
I'm whippin' that shit like a Cayenne (whip it up)
I got the swag, Prada them
Shawty havin' drip, proud of them (proud of them)
Boarded on the jet, out of here (out of here)
2024 our year (our year)
Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em (killin' 'em)
Steppin' on they necks, I'm really him (I'm really him)
Louis leather vest, nigga trim (nigga trim)
Running up a check, stackin' M's (stackin' M's)
Yeah (hey, yeah), hold on
Turning up your bitch, Cinderella (Cinderella)
2024 Margiela (kobe year)
Money in the wall, cartelin' (cartelin')
Mansion in the hills, mall in it (mall)
Cold in a Saint Laurent chinchilla (woo)
Million when I walk, I can spend bigger (spend bigger)
Lookin' in her eyes, see the sin in her (sinner)
F*ck it, baby, go on bring your friend with her (come on)
Young rich bastard, I got ten figures (ten figures)
Run a nigga pockets, I ain't friends with him (uh-uh)
Ten years in and I'm still winnin' (still winnin')
Pillow talk to bitches 'cause you been tender (been tender)
Boardin' the dock (yeah), we in Skyami ('Yami)
Look at the clock (yeah), gold like a Grammy (gold)
Whip out the lot (whip), know they can't stand me (yeah)
Kids at the house, hundred to a nanny (hundred)
Stood on my ten, ain't nobody behind (hey)
I don't see the cap, I go Ray Charles blind (Ray)
I went Ferrari and took out the spine (woo)
M on M, millions on mind (hey)
I got the swag, Prada them
Shawty havin' drip, proud of them (proud of them)
Boarded on the jet, out of here (out of here)
2024 our year (our year)
Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em (killin' 'em)
Steppin' on they necks, I'm really him (I'm really him)
Louis leather vest, nigga trim (nigga trim)
Running up a check, stackin' M's (stackin' M's)
Yeah, hold on
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Kiari Cephus
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
treesh
(Dunk Rock)
Yuh
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh
Look at her stance, tongue out, shakin' her ass, ah
Kick a lil' P out my pad, ah, jump out the pot like yams
Y'all don't be seen with the treesh
And she off the leash, you see what I'm sayin'?
Lil' shorty be doin' her thing
'Cause she for the streets and still got a man (and still got a man)
Ain't gotta speak, and I ain't pressed
She want the D, I be like, "Ah"
She wanna eat, she on a diet
Only eat me, panties to the side
Slippin' and slide, suckin' it right in a GT
I like 'em fine, at least a nine
Call me a vibe, call up a treesh
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Lil' bitch bad, ah, f*ck I care about her past
Ain't tryna give her no pass, ah
Pull up to the spot, get smacked, ah
Found out lil' shawty a freak and she like to sneak, a late night snack
Ain't f*ckin' no regular treesh
I'm comin' elite, I keep a good batch (I want a good batch)
Did what I say, I'm on her mind, I'm what she think
F*ck her all time, ten different ways
Give me some head on the way to the bank
Went and got a line, she on my line, we ain't on no Live, f*ck, count cake
Spend a couple dimes, regular day
Couple of the guys, treesh on the way
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesha
Treesha
Yuh
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh
Look at her stance, tongue out, shakin' her ass, ah
Kick a lil' P out my pad, ah, jump out the pot like yams
Y'all don't be seen with the treesh
And she off the leash, you see what I'm sayin'?
Lil' shorty be doin' her thing
'Cause she for the streets and still got a man (and still got a man)
Ain't gotta speak, and I ain't pressed
She want the D, I be like, "Ah"
She wanna eat, she on a diet
Only eat me, panties to the side
Slippin' and slide, suckin' it right in a GT
I like 'em fine, at least a nine
Call me a vibe, call up a treesh
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Lil' bitch bad, ah, f*ck I care about her past
Ain't tryna give her no pass, ah
Pull up to the spot, get smacked, ah
Found out lil' shawty a freak and she like to sneak, a late night snack
Ain't f*ckin' no regular treesh
I'm comin' elite, I keep a good batch (I want a good batch)
Did what I say, I'm on her mind, I'm what she think
F*ck her all time, ten different ways
Give me some head on the way to the bank
Went and got a line, she on my line, we ain't on no Live, f*ck, count cake
Spend a couple dimes, regular day
Couple of the guys, treesh on the way
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesh, treesh, treesh, treesh (treesha)
Treesha
Treesha
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Amman Moosa Nurani, Florian Ibrahim Ongonga, Lucas N DiFabbio
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
on one tonight
You niggas been hatin' way too long, yeah, yeah
Too grown, I bought that, oh
Yeah
(That's a good one, Pete)
Yeah, yeah
I went to AP, spent two hundred K, they sold me the frost, rainbow face
They hope I fall off, ain't no way
I might be alright, but it ain't okay
Niggas got left, niggas went right
I went left and stayed left and ain't nothin' the same
They run they lips, I put my pep in the step
And my foot on the pedal, the Range
Spend this shit like I'm ahead of the game
You said they gon' drop and it better be flame
Lil' mami gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained
My top five top, in love with her brain
Across the sea, huh, Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain
I'm kickin' P, uh, land on the jet with a bitch with a big body frame
Dressed like a biker, rockin' black, Margiela loafers the ones with the lace
Pull out the title, yeah, right
Hope that these lil' niggas really wanna race
I got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans gon' recite what I say
Hand me that lighter, this ain't no thrax
This some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face
Made it to the light, they still throwin' shade
I was locked up takin' chips for a trade
I'm the boss, make more than minimum wage
These blue hunnids keepin' my mental straight
Talkin' to God in the middle of the day
Ain't no human bein' determine my fate
The more I get it in, the more they gon' hate
That lil' body Benz, I know what you pay
(Yeah-ayy)
Don't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (yeah-ayy)
Don't play with me, play with a mic (yeah-ayy)
She suck it when we stop at the light
These rappers ain't copyin' right (yeah-ayy)
Get dressed and pop out in the night
Too trim, I got 'em enticed
Too grown, I bought that, oh
Yeah
(That's a good one, Pete)
Yeah, yeah
I went to AP, spent two hundred K, they sold me the frost, rainbow face
They hope I fall off, ain't no way
I might be alright, but it ain't okay
Niggas got left, niggas went right
I went left and stayed left and ain't nothin' the same
They run they lips, I put my pep in the step
And my foot on the pedal, the Range
Spend this shit like I'm ahead of the game
You said they gon' drop and it better be flame
Lil' mami gon' top, she gon' suck 'til I'm drained
My top five top, in love with her brain
Across the sea, huh, Hatteras in Mykonos, Greece, man, they love me in Spain
I'm kickin' P, uh, land on the jet with a bitch with a big body frame
Dressed like a biker, rockin' black, Margiela loafers the ones with the lace
Pull out the title, yeah, right
Hope that these lil' niggas really wanna race
I got the fire, I spit crack, I got the fans gon' recite what I say
Hand me that lighter, this ain't no thrax
This some Bluscotti, I smoke to the face
Made it to the light, they still throwin' shade
I was locked up takin' chips for a trade
I'm the boss, make more than minimum wage
These blue hunnids keepin' my mental straight
Talkin' to God in the middle of the day
Ain't no human bein' determine my fate
The more I get it in, the more they gon' hate
That lil' body Benz, I know what you pay
(Yeah-ayy)
Don't tempt me, I'm on one tonight (yeah-ayy)
Don't play with me, play with a mic (yeah-ayy)
She suck it when we stop at the light
These rappers ain't copyin' right (yeah-ayy)
Get dressed and pop out in the night
Too trim, I got 'em enticed
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Nathan Scott Lamarche, Kenneth Redfield
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
back in the a
A
And I'm 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), f*ck it, I go Arthur Blank
I don't do this shit for the fame
Uh, stackin' these Benjamin Franks (stackin' 'em)
You rich, they don't give you no rank (nah)
You thinkin' it's that, but it ain't (it ain't)
That four-door Maybach in the A (the A)
Pullin' up all kinds of ways
A, A, A, A (okay)
I got these hoes on the score
Bitches like Marilyn Monroe (it's on)
Can't beat me, I'm standin' ten toes (uh)
I'ma get my dogs back in the row (back in the row)
AP all factory gold (gold)
I been gettin' back in that mode (I'm back in it)
Baby got a drip like Gunna (Gunna)
I see how you mixin' designer (yeah)
My car is half a million dollars
I came a long way from Impalas
I still got some snakes and iguanas
I'm in the chase, on the way to these commas
I hold the bank, ain't no way I could fumble
A long way, but I'm gettin' out this tunnel
A, A, A, A
And I'm 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, I got it from the runway
I got it (I got it), f*ck it, I go Arthur Blank
I don't do this shit for the fame
Uh, stackin' these Benjamin Franks (stackin' 'em)
You rich, they don't give you no rank (nah)
You thinkin' it's that, but it ain't (it ain't)
That four-door Maybach in the A (the A)
Pullin' up all kinds of ways
A, A, A, A (okay)
Land at the port, I'm back (I'm back)
85 south to the flat (yeah)
Take that bitch (take that bitch) take the Maybach down the nat
I put the drip on the map (map)
Platinum on all of the plaques
Wunna got millionaire status
Sunday Onyx and Monday at Magic (Magic)
Throw it back, throw it back on a baddie (baddie)
All black, put the matte on the Caddy (matte on the Caddy)
I'ma get paid automatic ('matic)
I ain't askin' you niggas for credit
I'm in the town, I don't need no addy (addy)
It's goin' down and we always ready (ready)
A, A, A, A
And I'm 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), f*ck it, I go Arthur Blank
I don't do this shit for the fame
Uh, stackin' these Benjamin Franks (stackin' 'em)
You rich, they don't give you no rank (nah)
You thinkin' it's that, but it ain't (it ain't)
That four-door Maybach in the A (the A)
Pullin' up all kinds of ways
A, A, A, A
And I'm 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), f*ck it, I go Arthur Blank
I don't do this shit for the fame
Uh, stackin' these Benjamin Franks (stackin' 'em)
You rich, they don't give you no rank (nah)
You thinkin' it's that, but it ain't (it ain't)
That four-door Maybach in the A (the A)
Pullin' up all kinds of ways
A, A, A, A (okay)
I got these hoes on the score
Bitches like Marilyn Monroe (it's on)
Can't beat me, I'm standin' ten toes (uh)
I'ma get my dogs back in the row (back in the row)
AP all factory gold (gold)
I been gettin' back in that mode (I'm back in it)
Baby got a drip like Gunna (Gunna)
I see how you mixin' designer (yeah)
My car is half a million dollars
I came a long way from Impalas
I still got some snakes and iguanas
I'm in the chase, on the way to these commas
I hold the bank, ain't no way I could fumble
A long way, but I'm gettin' out this tunnel
A, A, A, A
And I'm 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, I got it from the runway
I got it (I got it), f*ck it, I go Arthur Blank
I don't do this shit for the fame
Uh, stackin' these Benjamin Franks (stackin' 'em)
You rich, they don't give you no rank (nah)
You thinkin' it's that, but it ain't (it ain't)
That four-door Maybach in the A (the A)
Pullin' up all kinds of ways
A, A, A, A (okay)
Land at the port, I'm back (I'm back)
85 south to the flat (yeah)
Take that bitch (take that bitch) take the Maybach down the nat
I put the drip on the map (map)
Platinum on all of the plaques
Wunna got millionaire status
Sunday Onyx and Monday at Magic (Magic)
Throw it back, throw it back on a baddie (baddie)
All black, put the matte on the Caddy (matte on the Caddy)
I'ma get paid automatic ('matic)
I ain't askin' you niggas for credit
I'm in the town, I don't need no addy (addy)
It's goin' down and we always ready (ready)
A, A, A, A
And I'm 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), f*ck it, I go Arthur Blank
I don't do this shit for the fame
Uh, stackin' these Benjamin Franks (stackin' 'em)
You rich, they don't give you no rank (nah)
You thinkin' it's that, but it ain't (it ain't)
That four-door Maybach in the A (the A)
Pullin' up all kinds of ways
A, A, A, A
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Aaron Bow, Amman Moosa Nurani, Cacija, Darnell Ramon Carr Jr, Lucas Padulo, Travis Darelle Walton
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
trio
Wunna don't play, give no f*ck what you say
I made millions because I'm melodic (melodic)
Straight from the set, he used to serve on the South
I made rackies from sellin' exotic
Hatin' on the kid, don't know why, I'm just tryin' hit the bank
Get another deposit (another one)
F*ck all that clout, it's a motherf*ckin' drought
You go broke, they ain't gon' do nothin' about it (yeah)
I got the penthouse, I got the big house, I got the Benzo polished (polished)
Roll up the window, I'm smokin' indo, this the real-deal Biscotti (Biscotti)
I'm havin' M's, no molly
Bring out the pink toe, it's a lil' freaky ho, I told her strip like Follies
I can go three like a trolly (trolly)
I can go three like a trio
Cock it and bang it, then reload
Niggas don't like to play B-roll
I'm gonna get me a B-roll
You know how it come
Got a pretty little slut, suck the nut out the pee hole
Straight from the slum, but can go 'cross the coast with the folks
Call me Gio
Every bitch sniff a whole kilo
I catch a ho like TO
Nigga ain't lame or a peon
Put him on game, I coach him like Deion
Burnt-out ho, you a rerun
Seen it before and I'm cool on it, Freon
Wunna still countin' up munyun
Came a long way from the eon
I got the blue strip, I found the blueprint, I popped a Tesla, Elon
Foreigns and pink slip, I bought the geek chip
I gave the Hellcat to Keon
Promoter can't get a refund
You know that's a no-no, you beef up the promo
Made my bitch glow like a neon
Call up her friend and have three fun
I can go three like a trio
Cock it and bang it, then reload
Niggas don't like to play B-roll
I'm gonna get me a B-roll
You know how it come
Got a pretty little slut, suck the nut out the pee hole
Straight from the slum, but can go 'cross the coast with the folks
Call me Gio
I made millions because I'm melodic (melodic)
Straight from the set, he used to serve on the South
I made rackies from sellin' exotic
Hatin' on the kid, don't know why, I'm just tryin' hit the bank
Get another deposit (another one)
F*ck all that clout, it's a motherf*ckin' drought
You go broke, they ain't gon' do nothin' about it (yeah)
I got the penthouse, I got the big house, I got the Benzo polished (polished)
Roll up the window, I'm smokin' indo, this the real-deal Biscotti (Biscotti)
I'm havin' M's, no molly
Bring out the pink toe, it's a lil' freaky ho, I told her strip like Follies
I can go three like a trolly (trolly)
I can go three like a trio
Cock it and bang it, then reload
Niggas don't like to play B-roll
I'm gonna get me a B-roll
You know how it come
Got a pretty little slut, suck the nut out the pee hole
Straight from the slum, but can go 'cross the coast with the folks
Call me Gio
Every bitch sniff a whole kilo
I catch a ho like TO
Nigga ain't lame or a peon
Put him on game, I coach him like Deion
Burnt-out ho, you a rerun
Seen it before and I'm cool on it, Freon
Wunna still countin' up munyun
Came a long way from the eon
I got the blue strip, I found the blueprint, I popped a Tesla, Elon
Foreigns and pink slip, I bought the geek chip
I gave the Hellcat to Keon
Promoter can't get a refund
You know that's a no-no, you beef up the promo
Made my bitch glow like a neon
Call up her friend and have three fun
I can go three like a trio
Cock it and bang it, then reload
Niggas don't like to play B-roll
I'm gonna get me a B-roll
You know how it come
Got a pretty little slut, suck the nut out the pee hole
Straight from the slum, but can go 'cross the coast with the folks
Call me Gio
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Darnell Ramon Carr Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Still Prevail
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold 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 f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail
Come on, ain't tryna be late
Got a show, l'ma go cross-state
We could creep and be well out the way
Pick a time and a place
I done seen how niggas switch sides
I'm like, "Nah, I'm straight"
Bitch bad, got a gap through her thighs
She fine, okay
They still gotta pay us
I took her to Zales
I cut like a flair
Have the Cuban, I don't wanna link
I clear all the tabs
They pay for their abs
I put faith in my craft
And for now on, I'm keepin' receipts
On the grind, I'm knee-deep
These rhymes paid off my lease
She fine, speakin' in Greek
With vibes, we out in Greece
High, stimulate my mind, tryna reach my peak
High, yeah, I'm gon' touch the sky, you know I get fleek
Yo, slide
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold 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 f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail
Thank the Lord, I don't take it for granted
I can pop on a whole 'nother planet
I love f*ckin' my bitch 'cause I'm mannish
I love watchin' her take off her panties
I know some of you niggas can't stand it
Ain't gon' get it, that nigga still havin'
Love to see me, they seein' what's happenin'
They stay ready, l'on gotta get ready
She with it, I don't gotta say it
I don't figured you know how to play it
I'm all on they radar
I'm high-key that nigga for real
Keep workin', it pay off
You spend it however you feel
I can't take a day off
I'm plantin' more seeds in the field
Yeah, nigga fly, dressin' to kill
No lie, this energy real
Rhyme geekin' on
Landin' in Beverly Hills
Out my mind
Half a mil' for my bills
That's why I grind
F*ck how a nigga feel
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold 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 f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail
Yeah
Yeah
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold 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 f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail
Come on, ain't tryna be late
Got a show, l'ma go cross-state
We could creep and be well out the way
Pick a time and a place
I done seen how niggas switch sides
I'm like, "Nah, I'm straight"
Bitch bad, got a gap through her thighs
She fine, okay
They still gotta pay us
I took her to Zales
I cut like a flair
Have the Cuban, I don't wanna link
I clear all the tabs
They pay for their abs
I put faith in my craft
And for now on, I'm keepin' receipts
On the grind, I'm knee-deep
These rhymes paid off my lease
She fine, speakin' in Greek
With vibes, we out in Greece
High, stimulate my mind, tryna reach my peak
High, yeah, I'm gon' touch the sky, you know I get fleek
Yo, slide
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold 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 f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail
Thank the Lord, I don't take it for granted
I can pop on a whole 'nother planet
I love f*ckin' my bitch 'cause I'm mannish
I love watchin' her take off her panties
I know some of you niggas can't stand it
Ain't gon' get it, that nigga still havin'
Love to see me, they seein' what's happenin'
They stay ready, l'on gotta get ready
She with it, I don't gotta say it
I don't figured you know how to play it
I'm all on they radar
I'm high-key that nigga for real
Keep workin', it pay off
You spend it however you feel
I can't take a day off
I'm plantin' more seeds in the field
Yeah, nigga fly, dressin' to kill
No lie, this energy real
Rhyme geekin' on
Landin' in Beverly Hills
Out my mind
Half a mil' for my bills
That's why I grind
F*ck how a nigga feel
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold 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 f*ck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my niggas is well
And I told you I still will prevail
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Darnell Ramon Carr Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
blackjack
It's a gamble like blackjack, rollin' the dice
Hundreds in my bag just to cover my vice
Niggas throwin' shade, tryna block the daylight
Money don't make you real, that's on my life (money don't make you real, that's on my life)
Had to pop a pill, hop on the mic (yeah, hop on the mic)
Lot of shit to deal with but we'll be aight
I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice (lion in the field, I ain't no mice)
Won't play with you in real life, niggas softer than cotton
It don't matter if you f*cked up, they'll still count your pockets
I'ma keep on chasin' these millions, niggas been crackin' right (I'ma keep on chasin' these millions, niggas been crackin' right)
Glasses 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 get high, he high like 2 Scotty Hotty
It's gon' be a bill for me to perform at your party
I can't do no deals at all, I don't want a bargain
It's a gamble like blackjack, rollin' the dice (roll 'em)
Hundreds in my bag just to cover my vice
Niggas throwin' shade, tryna block the daylight
Money don't make you real, that's on my life (money don't make you real, that's on my life)
Had to pop a pill, hop on the mic (yeah, hop on the mic)
Lot of shit to deal with but we'll be aight
I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice (lion in the field, I ain't no mice)
If I don't get no new deal, I find a plug to the socket
I know how to save, we used to be slaves and we can't pick no more cotton
I have my days, I get in my ways, but I don't f*ck with nobody (I have my days, I get in my ways, but I don't f*ck with nobody)
Life is not a game, so what the f*ck is so funny?
My bitch Serena, she play with these racks, we fell in love with this money
When I'm in Paris, I'm with the designers, like to call me Giovanni
Any of you niggas want it, man, just know that l'm ready
Niggas f*cked me over, I know you gon' regret it
Ain't nobody gassin' me, I know I'm unleaded
Wunna gon' stay focused, every day on these addies
It's a gamble like blackjack, rollin' the dice
Hundreds in my bag just to cover my vice
Niggas throwin' shade, tryna block the daylight
Money don't make you real, that's on my life (money don't make you real, that's on my life)
Had to pop a pill, hop on the mic (yeah, hop on the mic)
Lot of shit to deal with but we'll be aight
I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice (I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice)
Hundreds in my bag just to cover my vice
Niggas throwin' shade, tryna block the daylight
Money don't make you real, that's on my life (money don't make you real, that's on my life)
Had to pop a pill, hop on the mic (yeah, hop on the mic)
Lot of shit to deal with but we'll be aight
I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice (lion in the field, I ain't no mice)
Won't play with you in real life, niggas softer than cotton
It don't matter if you f*cked up, they'll still count your pockets
I'ma keep on chasin' these millions, niggas been crackin' right (I'ma keep on chasin' these millions, niggas been crackin' right)
Glasses 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 get high, he high like 2 Scotty Hotty
It's gon' be a bill for me to perform at your party
I can't do no deals at all, I don't want a bargain
It's a gamble like blackjack, rollin' the dice (roll 'em)
Hundreds in my bag just to cover my vice
Niggas throwin' shade, tryna block the daylight
Money don't make you real, that's on my life (money don't make you real, that's on my life)
Had to pop a pill, hop on the mic (yeah, hop on the mic)
Lot of shit to deal with but we'll be aight
I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice (lion in the field, I ain't no mice)
If I don't get no new deal, I find a plug to the socket
I know how to save, we used to be slaves and we can't pick no more cotton
I have my days, I get in my ways, but I don't f*ck with nobody (I have my days, I get in my ways, but I don't f*ck with nobody)
Life is not a game, so what the f*ck is so funny?
My bitch Serena, she play with these racks, we fell in love with this money
When I'm in Paris, I'm with the designers, like to call me Giovanni
Any of you niggas want it, man, just know that l'm ready
Niggas f*cked me over, I know you gon' regret it
Ain't nobody gassin' me, I know I'm unleaded
Wunna gon' stay focused, every day on these addies
It's a gamble like blackjack, rollin' the dice
Hundreds in my bag just to cover my vice
Niggas throwin' shade, tryna block the daylight
Money don't make you real, that's on my life (money don't make you real, that's on my life)
Had to pop a pill, hop on the mic (yeah, hop on the mic)
Lot of shit to deal with but we'll be aight
I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice (I'm a lion in the field, I ain't no mice)
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Amman Moosa Nurani, Florian Ibrahim Ongonga, Kenneth Redfield, Jr, Larrance Dopson, Matthew King, Patrick James Bodi, William Winter
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
$$$ (dollar signs)
Yeah
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah
Ain't gon' ask a nigga, I rather tryna get a loan from a bank
I caterpillar all the way up and down the road for this cake
It's cloudy all in my face, it's all shades of gray
I just wanna get paid, I don't wanna wait
Nothin' less, they all told 'em that life's a game of chess, shit, I guess
Made 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
F*ck the ho, she cum, I'm a player
Poppin' out, spillin', drippin' new gear
Money on my mind, eyes in the rear, yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Ah (yeah)
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Heart of mine, hard to find, got three lines
Stackin' them blue guys by the dime, color blind
Please don't test this, ain't gon' lie, I advise
Do gymnastics, flip her, hit her from the side
I just get high, stack my money to the sky
Bachelor in my prime 'til I resign, ain't got no bride
Count cash and I ride, hear the sirens, I don't mind
She lookin' in my eyes, all she see is dollar sign
Wunna sayin' these words like a vow
Made it out of dirt, get my crown now
I been drippin' since birth, I can't turn down
Gunna Wunna, I got it from my town
Gunna Wunna, I came with my own sound, oh
Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign
They say that money make you switch up
Switch up, switch up on me
I been about you from the get-go
Ten toes (get-go), let me
Treat me like you do
The numbers don't lie, yeah
The money speak the truth
Ooh, ooh (mm)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, mm
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah
Ain't gon' ask a nigga, I rather tryna get a loan from a bank
I caterpillar all the way up and down the road for this cake
It's cloudy all in my face, it's all shades of gray
I just wanna get paid, I don't wanna wait
Nothin' less, they all told 'em that life's a game of chess, shit, I guess
Made 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
F*ck the ho, she cum, I'm a player
Poppin' out, spillin', drippin' new gear
Money on my mind, eyes in the rear, yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Ah (yeah)
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Heart of mine, hard to find, got three lines
Stackin' them blue guys by the dime, color blind
Please don't test this, ain't gon' lie, I advise
Do gymnastics, flip her, hit her from the side
I just get high, stack my money to the sky
Bachelor in my prime 'til I resign, ain't got no bride
Count cash and I ride, hear the sirens, I don't mind
She lookin' in my eyes, all she see is dollar sign
Wunna sayin' these words like a vow
Made it out of dirt, get my crown now
I been drippin' since birth, I can't turn down
Gunna Wunna, I got it from my town
Gunna Wunna, I came with my own sound, oh
Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Dollar sign, dollar sign
Dollar sign, dollar sign
They say that money make you switch up
Switch up, switch up on me
I been about you from the get-go
Ten toes (get-go), let me
Treat me like you do
The numbers don't lie, yeah
The money speak the truth
Ooh, ooh (mm)
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, mm
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Normani Hamilton, Florian Ibrahim Ongonga, Jeppe Ganderup Jacobsen, Kenneth Redfield, Lucas N DiFabbio
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
clear my rain
[Gunna]
Ah shit, baby slim in the waist
Body right, she a ten in the face (Hmm-mm)
F*ck 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 you clear my rain? (Hmm-mm)
Can you clear my rain?
Deal closed on the lot
We order lemon drop, she sippin' on the rocks
White polish on the toes, tip toein' through the spot
White faucet, wrist so froze, see the crescent in the watch
I'm connected to her dot
Been player for too long, ain't pressin' 'bout a thot
Play with it to my song, baby, turn it up a notch
I only leave you alone to go gеt it out the pot (Go get it out the pot)
Fosho
Told hеr go on, go big on these hoes
We f*ckin' off the grid, you a pro
This type pussy go cover of the Vogue
Private life we live, confidential that is
Private jet, we flyin' all alone
Legs up in the sky, I make her moan
I create the vibes, set the tone
(I create the vibes, set the tone)
Ah shit, baby slim in the waist
Body right, she a ten in the face (Hmm-mm)
F*ck 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 you clear my rain? (Hmm-mm)
Can you clear my rain?
[Leon Bridges]
When you walk like that
Ooh, lil' thing, when you talk like that
You the best, yeah-yeah
When you walk like that
Ooh, lil' thing, when you talk like that
You the best, yeah-yeah
[Gunna]
Brought sand to the beach (Hmm-mm)
Backyard is a beach, know the calls hardly reach
Runnin' all through the mansion, we playin' hide 'n seek
Love your smile, when you happy, see all thirty-two teeth (Hmm-mm)
New Chanel, double C
Pushin' it all year round, puttin' that shit on to the T
Bae ass phat, waist down it remind me of a P
Support you up and down, go be all that you can be (Be all that you can be)
You the truth
Babe, one of a kind, ooh
Presence of a dime, heavy on the mind
I'm hittin' it from behind, knockin' boots
Girl, I know your size, I brought you more designer
Know you havin' style, absolute
You the one, don't need no substitute
Turn and let me see your ass too
(Turn and let me see your ass too)
Ah shit, baby slim in the waist
Body right, she a ten in the face (Hmm-mm)
F*ck 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 you clear my rain? (Hmm-mm)
Can you clear my rain?
[Leon Bridges]
When you walk like that
Ooh, lil' thing, when you talk like that
You the best, yeah-yeah
When you walk like that
Ooh, lil' thing, when you talk like that
You the best, yeah-yeah
Ah shit, baby slim in the waist
Body right, she a ten in the face (Hmm-mm)
F*ck 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 you clear my rain? (Hmm-mm)
Can you clear my rain?
Deal closed on the lot
We order lemon drop, she sippin' on the rocks
White polish on the toes, tip toein' through the spot
White faucet, wrist so froze, see the crescent in the watch
I'm connected to her dot
Been player for too long, ain't pressin' 'bout a thot
Play with it to my song, baby, turn it up a notch
I only leave you alone to go gеt it out the pot (Go get it out the pot)
Fosho
Told hеr go on, go big on these hoes
We f*ckin' off the grid, you a pro
This type pussy go cover of the Vogue
Private life we live, confidential that is
Private jet, we flyin' all alone
Legs up in the sky, I make her moan
I create the vibes, set the tone
(I create the vibes, set the tone)
Ah shit, baby slim in the waist
Body right, she a ten in the face (Hmm-mm)
F*ck 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 you clear my rain? (Hmm-mm)
Can you clear my rain?
[Leon Bridges]
When you walk like that
Ooh, lil' thing, when you talk like that
You the best, yeah-yeah
When you walk like that
Ooh, lil' thing, when you talk like that
You the best, yeah-yeah
[Gunna]
Brought sand to the beach (Hmm-mm)
Backyard is a beach, know the calls hardly reach
Runnin' all through the mansion, we playin' hide 'n seek
Love your smile, when you happy, see all thirty-two teeth (Hmm-mm)
New Chanel, double C
Pushin' it all year round, puttin' that shit on to the T
Bae ass phat, waist down it remind me of a P
Support you up and down, go be all that you can be (Be all that you can be)
You the truth
Babe, one of a kind, ooh
Presence of a dime, heavy on the mind
I'm hittin' it from behind, knockin' boots
Girl, I know your size, I brought you more designer
Know you havin' style, absolute
You the one, don't need no substitute
Turn and let me see your ass too
(Turn and let me see your ass too)
Ah shit, baby slim in the waist
Body right, she a ten in the face (Hmm-mm)
F*ck 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 you clear my rain? (Hmm-mm)
Can you clear my rain?
[Leon Bridges]
When you walk like that
Ooh, lil' thing, when you talk like that
You the best, yeah-yeah
When you walk like that
Ooh, lil' thing, when you talk like that
You the best, yeah-yeah
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Todd Michael Bridges, Kenneth Redfield, Jr, Jesse Evans
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
conscience
Uh
No, I never flipped, niggas jump ship just to go and get a check
I've been a tough soul when the whole world been on my neck
It done been long nights, long early mornings, I barely get rest
K pop, pop a X, my bitch pourin' OJ, Moet
Niggas can't even tell I'm high as hell, but I feel low
I ain't ever sad, I'ma trust the process and I let it all go
Niggas can't compare, it's not a contest, I'm here to let you know
Young Gun'Wunna comin' down Sunset, I'm rollin' in a Rolls
Show 'em it's a lot just to reach the top, dog, I really give 'em hope
Told you I'm just bein' me, I'm a humble beast, but I go loco
I could splurge a hunnid Gs, them cuties, I'm stayin' low
I ain't in no nigga lane, I'm stayin' the same, I'm playin' my role
Can't function, I'm fed up with this nonsense
Lotta shit, and it's weighin' on my conscience, oh
Gotta work 'til I make me a fortune
All this money weighin' on my conscience, oh
Common sense, it don't even seem common
Difference is it's weighin' on my conscience hard
Independence weighin' on my conscience hard
Close peers wanna beat me and can't beat me at all
Close peers wanna beat me and can't see me at all
Go triple-double like Westbrook, they pay me to ball
Put up two doors, two fog lights, Porsche look like a frog
I'm OD countin' more Gs, put a mill' in the safe
I don't stat chase, but I rat race, hustle like in the '80s
Wanna see how much more I can take, they want me to go crazy
All these drugs, it's hard to concentrate, I'm highly sedated
Had to tell myself it ain't just me, this world full of hatred
I been stackin' this foreign currency, I learn different languages
I bought black diamonds and white diamonds, this world segregated
(I bought black diamonds and white diamonds, this world segregated)
Can't function, I'm fed up with this nonsense
Lotta shit, and it's weighin' on my conscience, oh
Gotta work 'til I make me a fortune
All this money weighin' on my conscience, oh
Common sense, it don't even seem common
Difference is it's weighin' on my conscience hard
Independence weighin' on my conscience hard
Close peers wanna beat me and can't beat me at all
Close peers wanna beat me and can't see me at all
(That's a good one, P)
No, I never flipped, niggas jump ship just to go and get a check
I've been a tough soul when the whole world been on my neck
It done been long nights, long early mornings, I barely get rest
K pop, pop a X, my bitch pourin' OJ, Moet
Niggas can't even tell I'm high as hell, but I feel low
I ain't ever sad, I'ma trust the process and I let it all go
Niggas can't compare, it's not a contest, I'm here to let you know
Young Gun'Wunna comin' down Sunset, I'm rollin' in a Rolls
Show 'em it's a lot just to reach the top, dog, I really give 'em hope
Told you I'm just bein' me, I'm a humble beast, but I go loco
I could splurge a hunnid Gs, them cuties, I'm stayin' low
I ain't in no nigga lane, I'm stayin' the same, I'm playin' my role
Can't function, I'm fed up with this nonsense
Lotta shit, and it's weighin' on my conscience, oh
Gotta work 'til I make me a fortune
All this money weighin' on my conscience, oh
Common sense, it don't even seem common
Difference is it's weighin' on my conscience hard
Independence weighin' on my conscience hard
Close peers wanna beat me and can't beat me at all
Close peers wanna beat me and can't see me at all
Go triple-double like Westbrook, they pay me to ball
Put up two doors, two fog lights, Porsche look like a frog
I'm OD countin' more Gs, put a mill' in the safe
I don't stat chase, but I rat race, hustle like in the '80s
Wanna see how much more I can take, they want me to go crazy
All these drugs, it's hard to concentrate, I'm highly sedated
Had to tell myself it ain't just me, this world full of hatred
I been stackin' this foreign currency, I learn different languages
I bought black diamonds and white diamonds, this world segregated
(I bought black diamonds and white diamonds, this world segregated)
Can't function, I'm fed up with this nonsense
Lotta shit, and it's weighin' on my conscience, oh
Gotta work 'til I make me a fortune
All this money weighin' on my conscience, oh
Common sense, it don't even seem common
Difference is it's weighin' on my conscience hard
Independence weighin' on my conscience hard
Close peers wanna beat me and can't beat me at all
Close peers wanna beat me and can't see me at all
(That's a good one, P)
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Amman Moosa Nurani, Alex Bottero, Kenneth Redfield, Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
the time
Ayy
I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call and we got it right
I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life
I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight
I could tell you 'bout the time
I could tell you 'bout the money, cars, and hoes, and the ice
I could tell you 'bout the time I counted an M in a night
I could tell you 'bout the time I f*cked me a dime on a flight
Ight
Another check came in, God, forgive my sins
Rappin' to myself and I, I just wanna vent (I just wanna vent)
I get by myself sometime, lookin' outside-in (Lookin' outside-in)
Wunna workin' overtime, can't stop clockin' in
Told you, I'ma stay focused, I'ma get motion with my mans (Mans)
Motion tryna get close, can't keep going, yes, I can (Yes, I can)
Rollin', I done been foldin', feel like I'm fallin', I ain't fall, here I stand (Stand)
Tall, back against the wall, I'll fight 'em all as a man
Say f*ck it, buy me a house with horses and cows on the land
With the garage full of Porsches, Royces, and 'Raris, and Lambs (Lambs)
Cut fake ties with these fake niggas, it all was a scam
Kept a collage full of pretty vibes that love who I am
I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call and we got it right
I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life
I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight
I could tell you 'bout the time
I could tell you 'bout the money, cars, and hoes, and the ice
I could tell you 'bout the time I counted an M in a night
I could tell you 'bout the time I f*cked me a dime on a flight
Ight
Had to turn a page, had to act my age
Always push myself a lot, sayin' that it's okay (It's okay)
I don't feel like myself sometimes, shit, I guess I've changed
Hardest shit we swore about, know this shit feel strange (Shit feel strange)
Shit gotta be real, I got real foes givin' me praise (Givin' me praise)
I can feel real love from all of my fans when I'm on stage
I was takin' drugs, I heard they never go away
Givin' out my heart, not even thinkin' it could break (Thinkin' it could break)
Grateful for my God that I be thinkin' on when I pray
Hate to waste my time, I'm impatient, but I can wait
Haters hate when I'm shinin' (Shinin'), shine bright like the sun in May
Ain't gon' play about mine, I'm gonna do what it take
I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call and we got it right
I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life
I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight
I could tell you 'bout the time
I could tell you 'bout the money, cars, and hoes, and ice
I could tell you 'bout the time I counted an M in a night
I could tell you 'bout the time I f*cked me a dime on a flight
Ight
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call and we got it right
I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life
I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight
I could tell you 'bout the time
I could tell you 'bout the money, cars, and hoes, and the ice
I could tell you 'bout the time I counted an M in a night
I could tell you 'bout the time I f*cked me a dime on a flight
Ight
Another check came in, God, forgive my sins
Rappin' to myself and I, I just wanna vent (I just wanna vent)
I get by myself sometime, lookin' outside-in (Lookin' outside-in)
Wunna workin' overtime, can't stop clockin' in
Told you, I'ma stay focused, I'ma get motion with my mans (Mans)
Motion tryna get close, can't keep going, yes, I can (Yes, I can)
Rollin', I done been foldin', feel like I'm fallin', I ain't fall, here I stand (Stand)
Tall, back against the wall, I'll fight 'em all as a man
Say f*ck it, buy me a house with horses and cows on the land
With the garage full of Porsches, Royces, and 'Raris, and Lambs (Lambs)
Cut fake ties with these fake niggas, it all was a scam
Kept a collage full of pretty vibes that love who I am
I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call and we got it right
I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life
I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight
I could tell you 'bout the time
I could tell you 'bout the money, cars, and hoes, and the ice
I could tell you 'bout the time I counted an M in a night
I could tell you 'bout the time I f*cked me a dime on a flight
Ight
Had to turn a page, had to act my age
Always push myself a lot, sayin' that it's okay (It's okay)
I don't feel like myself sometimes, shit, I guess I've changed
Hardest shit we swore about, know this shit feel strange (Shit feel strange)
Shit gotta be real, I got real foes givin' me praise (Givin' me praise)
I can feel real love from all of my fans when I'm on stage
I was takin' drugs, I heard they never go away
Givin' out my heart, not even thinkin' it could break (Thinkin' it could break)
Grateful for my God that I be thinkin' on when I pray
Hate to waste my time, I'm impatient, but I can wait
Haters hate when I'm shinin' (Shinin'), shine bright like the sun in May
Ain't gon' play about mine, I'm gonna do what it take
I could tell you 'bout the time I made a call and we got it right
I could tell you 'bout the wins and all the losses in my life
I could tell you 'bout the time we ain't give up and we still fight
I could tell you 'bout the time
I could tell you 'bout the money, cars, and hoes, and ice
I could tell you 'bout the time I counted an M in a night
I could tell you 'bout the time I f*cked me a dime on a flight
Ight
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Darnell Ramon Carr Jr, Daniel Jacob Haines
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
let it breathe
[ Featuring Roddy Ricch ]
Yeah, yeah
Grind, applyin' pressure on the hard way
Mind over matter when the war came
I was blinded by that light, now I see everything
Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream
Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
I'm still waitin' on my moment
Give a damn about my opponent
Got some M's and teleported, I secure my needs
Flyin' all 'cross the border, watch me spread my wings
Thankful for my mother and for pops plantin' the seed
Every time a war start from envious and greed
Every time I rock a show, my fans don't wanna leave
Workin' out in boxin' mode, we trainin', we like Creed
We trainin', we like Creed (trainin', we like Creed)
Oh-oh
Pop a few, I'm geekin' on shrooms
Call your bitch, tell her link, she comin' through (yeah)
I'm healin' up, but my insides still bruised
Just hold ten, I'm just startin' to get a groove (yeah)
Bought some Perc' tens for my man, I took two (I took two)
These niggas real hoes and they talk more than the news (yeah)
I'm a big dog and these lil' niggas poodles
Chasin' big racks, I ain't worried 'bout who's who
Grind, applyin' pressure on the hard way
Mind over matter when the war came
I was blinded by that light, now I see everything
Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream
Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
Lately, I've been slow to speak, still stay out they reach
Contemplatin' my sins, I'm pacing, I been losing sleep
The AC blastin', my tires all screech
Plottin' on grindin', I've been curvin' all the speeds
Still movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust (movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust)
I showed you real love, you ain't have to stab me in my back, it was only us
F*ck 'em, I went black card
Biggest yachty on the dock
Play my role and Maybach, Double-R, I ghost 'em all
Quick to follow protocol
Might get them folks involved
Flirtin' with promethazine, sippin' had me dozin' off
Even though the paper straight
I'ma chase a billion, I remember comin' out Section 8
Now I got expensive taste
Take your bitch and levitate her
Just hit the Miami island house, my room got elevator
I ain't been havin' time, I'm on my grind, it's all fate
Grind, applyin' pressure on the hard way (it's all fate)
Mind over matter when the war came
I was blinded by that light, now I see everything
Don't mind giving advice, but I can't sell a dream
Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Roderick Moore, Amman Moosa Nurani, Harrison Song, Kenneth Redfield
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
lifes changing
Life changing, stocks traded (Stocks traded)
Plans ragin', I'm amazin' (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in that rock like a caveman (Woah)
I'm freelance (I'm freelance)
I'ma save bands (Save bands)
Had to take chance (Take chance)
Made a paid plan (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in that rock like a caveman (Woah)
I ain't greedy, but I need it (But I need it)
Can't believe it, I'm conceited (I'm conceited)
Gonna hustle every day, then I repeat it (I repeat it, woah)
Every song I dropped, they play, feel like I'm dreamin' (Woah)
No more schemin' (No more schemin')
I'm achievin'
Cut her off, she fiendin' (She fiendin')
This a season, woah
I can't change, we come from day one, you the same man (Woah)
Careful sleepin' on that pavement, you a made man, woah
Drive foreigns (Drive foreigns), I stack all bread (I stack all bread)
Made some tough decisions, guess I got a hard head (Hard head, woah)
Can't abort the mission, safe to say, I'm all in (Woah)
F*ck the opposition, tell the world to tune in (Tune in, woah)
Passin' through the time, it might feel like a whirlwind (Yeah)
Got so many fans, can't wait to go on tour again (Yeah)
All these tribulations, hope it make a better man
I'm just speculatin', watchin' through these Dior lens, woah
Life changing, stocks traded (Stocks traded)
Plans ragin', I'm amazin' (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in a rock like a caveman (Woah)
I'm freelance (I'm freelance)
I'ma save bands (Save bands)
Had to take chance (Take chance)
Made a paid plan (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in a rock like a caveman (Woah)
My lil' mami (You a mami)
We in Tijuana (We in Tijuana)
Came from South Atlanta (South Atlanta)
I'm young Gunna Wunna (Young Gunna Wunna)
Doin' shows across the globe made me a roadrunner (Me a roadrunner)
Losin' friends I really loved, turnt me a cold lover (Cold lover)
I'm 'bout my bread and butter
I don't want my fam' to suffer (No)
No, I ain't, not ever sucker, I don't compare to others (Nah)
From the outside lookin' in, they fans of all us (Yeah)
They can't feel the way we feel 'cause these my real brothers, woah
I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry), gon' get more dough (More dough)
All these critics tryna pick my brain like cornrows (Cornrows)
All these bitches, it get hard to control my hormones (Hormone)
Life expensive, I spend millions on my wardrobe
You gon' always reap what you sow
Oppositions my prodigy, oh, no
Somebody still proud of me, I know (Proud of me, I know)
No
Life changing, stocks traded (Stocks traded)
Plans ragin', I'm amazin' (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in that rock like a caveman (Woah)
I'm freelance (I'm freelance)
I'ma save bands (Save bands)
Had to take chance (Take chance)
Made a paid plan (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in that rock like a caveman (Woah)
Woah
Woah
Woah
Plans ragin', I'm amazin' (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in that rock like a caveman (Woah)
I'm freelance (I'm freelance)
I'ma save bands (Save bands)
Had to take chance (Take chance)
Made a paid plan (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in that rock like a caveman (Woah)
I ain't greedy, but I need it (But I need it)
Can't believe it, I'm conceited (I'm conceited)
Gonna hustle every day, then I repeat it (I repeat it, woah)
Every song I dropped, they play, feel like I'm dreamin' (Woah)
No more schemin' (No more schemin')
I'm achievin'
Cut her off, she fiendin' (She fiendin')
This a season, woah
I can't change, we come from day one, you the same man (Woah)
Careful sleepin' on that pavement, you a made man, woah
Drive foreigns (Drive foreigns), I stack all bread (I stack all bread)
Made some tough decisions, guess I got a hard head (Hard head, woah)
Can't abort the mission, safe to say, I'm all in (Woah)
F*ck the opposition, tell the world to tune in (Tune in, woah)
Passin' through the time, it might feel like a whirlwind (Yeah)
Got so many fans, can't wait to go on tour again (Yeah)
All these tribulations, hope it make a better man
I'm just speculatin', watchin' through these Dior lens, woah
Life changing, stocks traded (Stocks traded)
Plans ragin', I'm amazin' (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in a rock like a caveman (Woah)
I'm freelance (I'm freelance)
I'ma save bands (Save bands)
Had to take chance (Take chance)
Made a paid plan (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in a rock like a caveman (Woah)
My lil' mami (You a mami)
We in Tijuana (We in Tijuana)
Came from South Atlanta (South Atlanta)
I'm young Gunna Wunna (Young Gunna Wunna)
Doin' shows across the globe made me a roadrunner (Me a roadrunner)
Losin' friends I really loved, turnt me a cold lover (Cold lover)
I'm 'bout my bread and butter
I don't want my fam' to suffer (No)
No, I ain't, not ever sucker, I don't compare to others (Nah)
From the outside lookin' in, they fans of all us (Yeah)
They can't feel the way we feel 'cause these my real brothers, woah
I ain't sorry (I ain't sorry), gon' get more dough (More dough)
All these critics tryna pick my brain like cornrows (Cornrows)
All these bitches, it get hard to control my hormones (Hormone)
Life expensive, I spend millions on my wardrobe
You gon' always reap what you sow
Oppositions my prodigy, oh, no
Somebody still proud of me, I know (Proud of me, I know)
No
Life changing, stocks traded (Stocks traded)
Plans ragin', I'm amazin' (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in that rock like a caveman (Woah)
I'm freelance (I'm freelance)
I'ma save bands (Save bands)
Had to take chance (Take chance)
Made a paid plan (Woah)
I done made it off my block, I'm a made man (Woah)
I'm sleepin' in that rock like a caveman (Woah)
Woah
Woah
Woah
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Amman Moosa Nurani
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
today I Did Good
Today I did good
I ain't been eatin' no bullshit
And fitness, I wake up, I feel fit
And thank God every mornin' I'm still rich, I'm still rich
Open your eyes, see the bigger pic (the bigger pic)
Shit gon' hit differently
Niggas couldn't feel my adrenaline
Just rushin', uh, chasin' them Benjamins
Bachelor, but I'm also a gentleman
Generous, and overall a nigga genuine
This 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
F*ck fashion forward, know that I do the dash
I crash in her pussy whenever, don't gotta ask
I wake up and get to it, go hustle and get this cash
Wake up and get to it, go hustle and get this cash
I gotta influence from here to the motherland
I can't do nothin' foolish, all foolery out the plans
Young Wunna the coolest, stand true and to who I am
Today I did good
I ain't been eatin' no bullshit
And fitness, I wake up, I feel fit
And thank God every mornin' I'm still rich, I'm still rich
Open your eyes, see the bigger pic (the bigger pic)
Shit gon' hit differently
Niggas couldn't feel my adrenaline
Just rushin', uh, chasin' them Benjamins
Bachelor, but I'm also a gentleman
Generous, and overall a nigga genuine
Take care of my mother and brothers and do my best to just look out for others
When you rich and famous, shit never subtle, everythin' high-key
Even when you low, undercover, somehow it always leak
Poppin' out with my lil' shorty and we ain't gotta sneak
I came with like three, four securities, I ain't even deep
Phantom rose and bulletproof truck, yeah, young Gunna Wunna elite
Baby won't stop suckin' me up, and she suck it till I sleep
Long as that my money still up, real love is all I need
I been showin' them how you man and stand up, how I trust in G-O-D
Today I did good
I ain't been eatin' no bullshit
And fitness, I wake up, I feel fit
And thank God every mornin' I'm still rich, I'm still rich
Open your eyes, see the bigger pic (the bigger pic)
Shit gon' hit differently
Niggas couldn't feel my adrenaline
Just rushin', uh, chasin' them Benjamins
Bachelor, but I'm also a gentleman
Generous, and overall a nigga genuine
(That's a good one P)
I ain't been eatin' no bullshit
And fitness, I wake up, I feel fit
And thank God every mornin' I'm still rich, I'm still rich
Open your eyes, see the bigger pic (the bigger pic)
Shit gon' hit differently
Niggas couldn't feel my adrenaline
Just rushin', uh, chasin' them Benjamins
Bachelor, but I'm also a gentleman
Generous, and overall a nigga genuine
This 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
F*ck fashion forward, know that I do the dash
I crash in her pussy whenever, don't gotta ask
I wake up and get to it, go hustle and get this cash
Wake up and get to it, go hustle and get this cash
I gotta influence from here to the motherland
I can't do nothin' foolish, all foolery out the plans
Young Wunna the coolest, stand true and to who I am
Today I did good
I ain't been eatin' no bullshit
And fitness, I wake up, I feel fit
And thank God every mornin' I'm still rich, I'm still rich
Open your eyes, see the bigger pic (the bigger pic)
Shit gon' hit differently
Niggas couldn't feel my adrenaline
Just rushin', uh, chasin' them Benjamins
Bachelor, but I'm also a gentleman
Generous, and overall a nigga genuine
Take care of my mother and brothers and do my best to just look out for others
When you rich and famous, shit never subtle, everythin' high-key
Even when you low, undercover, somehow it always leak
Poppin' out with my lil' shorty and we ain't gotta sneak
I came with like three, four securities, I ain't even deep
Phantom rose and bulletproof truck, yeah, young Gunna Wunna elite
Baby won't stop suckin' me up, and she suck it till I sleep
Long as that my money still up, real love is all I need
I been showin' them how you man and stand up, how I trust in G-O-D
Today I did good
I ain't been eatin' no bullshit
And fitness, I wake up, I feel fit
And thank God every mornin' I'm still rich, I'm still rich
Open your eyes, see the bigger pic (the bigger pic)
Shit gon' hit differently
Niggas couldn't feel my adrenaline
Just rushin', uh, chasin' them Benjamins
Bachelor, but I'm also a gentleman
Generous, and overall a nigga genuine
(That's a good one P)
Writer: Sergio Kitchens, Anders Lunoe, Frederik Thrane, Kenneth Redfield, Jr, Wyatt Payne Morrison
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
time reveals be careful what you wish for
[time reveals]
Should have been done by now
But you didn't know how to handle the feeling
Should have been done by now
But you better go your way, go your way
I'm startin' to cut these bitches off, I'm tired of playin'
You had your chances with a boss and killed the plans
That's part my fault from pickin' so we can get in bed
Nowadays, I'm feelin' picky, leavin' that bitch on read
It ain't no more pre-kickin', you see what I'm sayin'
I just tell that bitch to pull up 'cause I can
I see some shit don't go as planned, I understand
Started to learn life, and you'll just stand just as a man
I'm tryna get back the way I hustled and felt the thrill
I'm tryna stay rich so I can cover every bill
I'm stayin' in pocket, a quarterback in the field
Passеd on some watches, bought a house in Hiddеn Hills
Ain't havin' time now, she leavin' out the crib
Let her put on the Gucci slides, take off the heels
Still havin' ice but on the real, I'm really chill
You can ask my classmates, I had spill before the deal
You could be done by now
But you didn't know what a heart you were given
They thought you'd be done by now
But you better go 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 Wunna that rock the Cartis
I don't care to go all around the world for your after-parties
I still gotta grind and put in work to keep havin' money
You gon' get the short end of the deal when you gettin' fronted
One thing they'll always say, you real when you keep it honest
You ain't gon' really see me comin' like a comet
I'm one of one, I'm rich and humble, they payin' homage
She like and watch how I'm on time right when it's clutchin'
I'm in her spine, shootin' cum inside her stomach
Hold my own weight, go my own way, I can't go for nothin'
Ain't gotta sin, I know my fate, and my pressure bussin'
I take my time, I learn to wait, can't nobody rush it
You could be done by now
But you didn't know what a heart you were given
They thought you'd be done by now
But you better go your way, go your way
But time will reveal, time reveals
You realize
You should thank God, someone who loves you
But time will reveal, you realize
We will rise
You should thank God, someone who loves you
Someone who loves you
Should have been done by now
But you didn't know how to handle those feelings
Should have been done by now
But you better go your way, go your way
But you better go your way, go your way
[be careful what you wish for]
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Life is special, gotta be careful what you wish for, yeah
It ain't much left, but you still got breath, ain't gon' always be fair
It ain't take me long way before I got on, Wunna always would share
Get rich so I could take care of my fam, it's what I wished for, yeah
I barely had patience and I always was anxious
One thing about life, when you makin' some millions, it could always be dangerous
I gotta pay security to live at my crib 'cause I wished to be famous
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Why they go out they way just to prove they point?
All that clout got 'em angry
How you gon' get rich and forget your wish?
Boy, thank God that you made it
Maintainin' this life, you runnin' through Ms, tryin' get through these phases (Get through these phases)
Hundred racks for your crib, guard-gated
You done ran them bands, you say you the man, you gotta take care of the lady
Heard you had a kid, it wasn't part of the plan, but f*ck it, you glad that you made it
Got a Maybach truck and a new sedan, so now they both got Mercedes (Both got Mercedes)
Three hundred racks get your family straightened (Three hundred racks get your family straightened)
Rich problems, you can't complain (You can't complain)
Foreign cars and these new diamond chains (Foreign cars and these new diamond chains)
Superstar, you spend to stay sane (Stay sane)
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Should have been done by now
But you didn't know how to handle the feeling
Should have been done by now
But you better go your way, go your way
I'm startin' to cut these bitches off, I'm tired of playin'
You had your chances with a boss and killed the plans
That's part my fault from pickin' so we can get in bed
Nowadays, I'm feelin' picky, leavin' that bitch on read
It ain't no more pre-kickin', you see what I'm sayin'
I just tell that bitch to pull up 'cause I can
I see some shit don't go as planned, I understand
Started to learn life, and you'll just stand just as a man
I'm tryna get back the way I hustled and felt the thrill
I'm tryna stay rich so I can cover every bill
I'm stayin' in pocket, a quarterback in the field
Passеd on some watches, bought a house in Hiddеn Hills
Ain't havin' time now, she leavin' out the crib
Let her put on the Gucci slides, take off the heels
Still havin' ice but on the real, I'm really chill
You can ask my classmates, I had spill before the deal
You could be done by now
But you didn't know what a heart you were given
They thought you'd be done by now
But you better go 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 Wunna that rock the Cartis
I don't care to go all around the world for your after-parties
I still gotta grind and put in work to keep havin' money
You gon' get the short end of the deal when you gettin' fronted
One thing they'll always say, you real when you keep it honest
You ain't gon' really see me comin' like a comet
I'm one of one, I'm rich and humble, they payin' homage
She like and watch how I'm on time right when it's clutchin'
I'm in her spine, shootin' cum inside her stomach
Hold my own weight, go my own way, I can't go for nothin'
Ain't gotta sin, I know my fate, and my pressure bussin'
I take my time, I learn to wait, can't nobody rush it
You could be done by now
But you didn't know what a heart you were given
They thought you'd be done by now
But you better go your way, go your way
But time will reveal, time reveals
You realize
You should thank God, someone who loves you
But time will reveal, you realize
We will rise
You should thank God, someone who loves you
Someone who loves you
Should have been done by now
But you didn't know how to handle those feelings
Should have been done by now
But you better go your way, go your way
But you better go your way, go your way
[be careful what you wish for]
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Life is special, gotta be careful what you wish for, yeah
It ain't much left, but you still got breath, ain't gon' always be fair
It ain't take me long way before I got on, Wunna always would share
Get rich so I could take care of my fam, it's what I wished for, yeah
I barely had patience and I always was anxious
One thing about life, when you makin' some millions, it could always be dangerous
I gotta pay security to live at my crib 'cause I wished to be famous
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Why they go out they way just to prove they point?
All that clout got 'em angry
How you gon' get rich and forget your wish?
Boy, thank God that you made it
Maintainin' this life, you runnin' through Ms, tryin' get through these phases (Get through these phases)
Hundred racks for your crib, guard-gated
You done ran them bands, you say you the man, you gotta take care of the lady
Heard you had a kid, it wasn't part of the plan, but f*ck it, you glad that you made it
Got a Maybach truck and a new sedan, so now they both got Mercedes (Both got Mercedes)
Three hundred racks get your family straightened (Three hundred racks get your family straightened)
Rich problems, you can't complain (You can't complain)
Foreign cars and these new diamond chains (Foreign cars and these new diamond chains)
Superstar, you spend to stay sane (Stay sane)
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
One of Wun is the fifth studio album by American rapper Gunna. It was released under license to YSL Records and 300 Entertainment on May 10, 2024. It serves as the follow-up to his 2023 album, A Gift & a Curse, and features guest appearances from Offset, Normani, Leon Bridges and Roddy Ricch.
Production was handled by a variety of record producers, including Young T, Evrgrn, Turbo, Fritz!, Kenny Stuntin, Aviator Keyyz, Flo, Nash, Kizzy, Dunk Rock, Bow Cacija, Teddy Walton, 254Bodi, Dunk Rock, Evince, Sspike Trap, Hennessy, Harrison Song, Saint Luca, SWSHR, TheSkyeBeats, LukasBL, Omar Grand, and Gabe Lucas, among others.
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GunnaProduction was handled by a variety of record producers, including Young T, Evrgrn, Turbo, Fritz!, Kenny Stuntin, Aviator Keyyz, Flo, Nash, Kizzy, Dunk Rock, Bow Cacija, Teddy Walton, 254Bodi, Dunk Rock, Evince, Sspike Trap, Hennessy, Harrison Song, Saint Luca, SWSHR, TheSkyeBeats, LukasBL, Omar Grand, and Gabe Lucas, among others.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Aaron Bow, Andre Denim, Aviator Keyyz, Cacija, Clarke, Don Oskar, Dunk Rock, Evince, Evrgrn, Flo, Fritz!, Gabe Lucas, Grey Toomey, Harrison Song, Hennessy, Jacobsen, Kenny Stuntin, Kizzy, Kristian Rose, Larrance Dopson, Lucas Padulo, LukasBL, Nash, Omar Grand, Que, Saint Luca, Segrate Martell Price, Sspike Trap, Teddy Walton, TheSkyeBeats, SWSHR, Turbo, Young T, 254Bodi
Length: 57:08
Released: May 10th, 2024
Year: 2024