Gunna - Ex Drug Dealer lyrics
Gunna [Sergio Giavanni Kitchens] College Park, Georgia, U.S
[Gunna - Ex Drug Dealer lyrics]
Yeah, TV screen, Panasonic
Her head is iconic
Get my wrist, while it's shiny
Bling-bling, she callin' six in the mornin'
Ring-ring
I'm on them ski's with the brodies, ski-ski
Keep yo mind on the money, put
That 9 and I'm gunnin'
I got vibes out in London
From night, til' it's sunny, mob ties
I can't cut it my cook behind by wire
And my wire steady comin'
(And my wire steady comin')
You ain't cry wit' your homie (Nah)
You ain't real, dawg
You ain't dyin' 'bout your homie
I took her love, and I
Told her "I'll be here", when she lonely
(Come on) then had an epiphany
And told that lil' bitch "I didn't want it"
Dropped down to my knees, then
The Lord, give him praise
We done came a long way
From the hood, servin'
Plates, havin' shoot-out's, broad day
Homie's grave, summon the grave
Call the trap and
Countin' up numbers, settin' the rate
Ex drug dealer, I been spillin' in orders
Soon as I start gettin' it
I bought me some water
All up for that shit, I shop
Overseas, I spend my cheese
And get it imported
Shoutout to the on top of the porters
If I talk to my mans
Then he crossin' the border
Bought you ten designer bags
Know you gotta be spoiled
First one to them bands, know
I got it before you, yeah
Her head is iconic
Get my wrist, while it's shiny
Bling-bling, she callin' six in the mornin'
Ring-ring
I'm on them ski's with the brodies, ski-ski
Keep yo mind on the money, put
That 9 and I'm gunnin'
I got vibes out in London
From night, til' it's sunny, mob ties
I can't cut it my cook behind by wire
And my wire steady comin'
(And my wire steady comin')
You ain't cry wit' your homie (Nah)
You ain't real, dawg
You ain't dyin' 'bout your homie
I took her love, and I
Told her "I'll be here", when she lonely
(Come on) then had an epiphany
And told that lil' bitch "I didn't want it"
Dropped down to my knees, then
The Lord, give him praise
We done came a long way
From the hood, servin'
Plates, havin' shoot-out's, broad day
Homie's grave, summon the grave
Call the trap and
Countin' up numbers, settin' the rate
Ex drug dealer, I been spillin' in orders
Soon as I start gettin' it
I bought me some water
All up for that shit, I shop
Overseas, I spend my cheese
And get it imported
Shoutout to the on top of the porters
If I talk to my mans
Then he crossin' the border
Bought you ten designer bags
Know you gotta be spoiled
First one to them bands, know
I got it before you, yeah