Gunna - Dead Weight lyrics
Gunna [Sergio Giavanni Kitchens] College Park, Georgia, U.S
[Gunna - Dead Weight lyrics]
Do this shit with a breeze, ayy
Remember they had to sell P's, ayy
Made it out of the streets, ayy
I'ma pray on my knees, ayy
I could fly on a PJ
Gotta make sure my team straight
I'ma try get us all paid, yeah
I bought another set the back
Put the hood on my shoulder blades
I heard this juice overrated
Grab a soda and pour a eight
I can feel it, I know it's hate
Toastin' up, we got more to make
(yeah)
I'm out in LA i'm drippin' every day
Got bills paid
Sittin' in the back, I get head
Took my bro out the feds
Pour up more of the red 'Bout to board a jet
I'ma be who I am my life
Shit was a jam i hop out and roll me a L
You niggas get caught up and tell
My new Rollie came out of
Good brain like she came out of Yale
I skate on these hoes like a rail
Deliver my drip in the mail
I'm holdin' dead weight i dodge a fed case
Seein' blue hundred every day
The coupe, it got leg space
I'm splittin' the cheesecake
Put that foreign on the E way
Comin' up, it wasn't easy