Gunna - I Lead, They Follow lyrics
Gunna [Sergio Giavanni Kitchens] College Park, Georgia, U.S
[Gunna - I Lead, They Follow lyrics]
Yeah, yeah (Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah
Caught in this shit, I can’t fault 'em
Don’t think I’m gon' take
Care of your problems (No)
Rule number one, stay solid 'bout a dolla
I fell out the struggle when I was a toddler
If I was a dog, I might be a Rottweiler
I see a bad bitch and I holla (Hey)
You ain’t my friend
We just good business partners
Eat like a mobster, spaghetti and pasta
She got that WAP so I gave her some fetti
Chopped up they block
These lil' bullets machete
He done got knocked, had to sell me his prezi
Back to the trap, place yo' order, it’s ready
Trapped in the trap, but I felt I was trapped
I got on with the rap and
It still ain’t no rap
A marathon, runnin' these laps (Marathon)
That five hundred K, I don’t crap (yeah)
Came with our own flavor, now we on the radar
I knew a lil' later it was gon' get greater
Found out he a hater, went upside his tater
That boy soft as smashed potatoes
Who you know got thirty one flavors? (Who?)
Who you know can’t wait to
Get smoked like a vapor
Bad bitch stay in DT LA by the Staples
She pinned to the wall like a staple (yeah)
We flew to Maui 'cause they went to Cabo
Start smoking 'Scotti they burnt out gelato
Rockin' Givenchy from TC Ricardo
Watch how I lead and they follow
Met this new freak'
You couldn’t tell me that she
Ain’t for the streets
She drink it straight out the bottle
Came from the A, but don’t know play
We ain’t sweet like a peach
Fill them lil' boys up with hollows
Yeah, yeah
Caught in this shit, I can’t fault 'em
Don’t think I’m gon' take
Care of your problems (No)
Rule number one, stay solid 'bout a dolla
I fell out the struggle when I was a toddler
If I was a dog, I might be a Rottweiler
I see a bad bitch and I holla (Hey)
You ain’t my friend
We just good business partners
Eat like a mobster, spaghetti and pasta
She got that WAP so I gave her some fetti
Chopped up they block
These lil' bullets machete
He done got knocked, had to sell me his prezi
Back to the trap, place yo' order, it’s ready
Trapped in the trap, but I felt I was trapped
I got on with the rap and
It still ain’t no rap
A marathon, runnin' these laps (Marathon)
That five hundred K, I don’t crap (yeah)
Came with our own flavor, now we on the radar
I knew a lil' later it was gon' get greater
Found out he a hater, went upside his tater
That boy soft as smashed potatoes
Who you know got thirty one flavors? (Who?)
Who you know can’t wait to
Get smoked like a vapor
Bad bitch stay in DT LA by the Staples
She pinned to the wall like a staple (yeah)
We flew to Maui 'cause they went to Cabo
Start smoking 'Scotti they burnt out gelato
Rockin' Givenchy from TC Ricardo
Watch how I lead and they follow
Met this new freak'
You couldn’t tell me that she
Ain’t for the streets
She drink it straight out the bottle
Came from the A, but don’t know play
We ain’t sweet like a peach
Fill them lil' boys up with hollows