Chief Keef, Boss Top - Gunja lyrics

12Hunna on the beat tarentino
Squad

I smoke lots of marijuana (Marijuana)
My Robins full of commas (Commas)
My youngins shoot like thunder (Bang, bang)
I bet I can fuck yo momma (Bang, bang, bang)
Riding in my Hummer
(In my Hummer, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With my lil bro J Munna (J Money)
'13, this my summer (This my summer)
Man down on Saint Lawrence (Bang, bang)

I smoke lots of fucking ganja
(Shondale, dope)
O'Block shooting shit like thunder
(O'Block, bang)
I be piping shit like plumbers (I do, bang)

Want some problems, meet my llama
(Meet my llama)
We tote 30s, not revolvers (Not revolvers)
Do a drill up on Saint Lawrence
(Bang bang, rrrah)
You boys don't want no problem
We got lots of fucking Hummers (Skrrt)
Bitch, we thumbing through these commas
(Ftftftft, beep, beep)
Robins rolled up, thirty on me
My youngins shooting llamas
Hustlenomics, fuck nigga bang bang

I smoke lots of marijuana (Marijuana)
My Robins full of commas (Commas)
My youngins shoot like thunder (Like thunder)
I bet I can fuck yo momma (Yo momma)
Riding in my Hummer
(In my Hummer, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With my lil bro J Munna (J Munna, J Money)
'13, this my summer (This my summer)
Man down on Saint Lawrence (Bang)
Woah, DJ Hustlenomics

Bitch, I be getting guala (Guala)
Cop a text from the guala (Grrah)
That Fendi and Ferragamo (Ferragamo)
Smoke dope and get lots of comma (Comma)
Give yo boy the flu-flop (Bang, bang)
Don't make me call up my Guwop (Nah, nah)
You can get yo whole crew shot (Bang, bang)
Bitch, I'm eating, not no (DJ Hustlenomics)
Off flats, I popped two yeah (Rolling)
Boss Top bitch, I'm Guwop
Off flats, I popped two yeah (Rolling)
Boss Top bitch, I'm Guwop (Boss Top)

I smoke lots of marijuana
My Robins full of commas
My youngins shoot like thunder
I bet I can fuck yo momma
Riding in my Hummer with my lil bro J Munna
'13, this my summer (Aye, aye)
Man down on Saint Lawrence
(DJ Hustlenomics, Aye, aye)

Top, what you on bro?
Let's go buy the mall bro
Or you wanna buy some ammo?
100 shots, they coming through like Rambo
(You are watching a master at work)
Fuck it, I might go flex
Boy, you ain't getting no checks
Bitch, I want neck, I don't want sex
I don't talk, and I don't text
All these opps upset i don't give a fuck yet
Steady talking 'bout you up next
But you still don't get enough checks

I smoke lots of marijuana
My Robins full of commas
My youngins shoot like thunder
I bet I can fuck yo momma
Riding in my Hummer with my lil bro J Munna
'13, this my summer
Man down on Saint Lawrence