Gunna - Look lyrics
Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]
[Gunna - Look lyrics]
(DY Krazy)
That Bentley didn’t come with no kick (Nah)
Look at my mufuckin' wrist
Look at my mufuckin' bitch
I smell it, I know I’m the shit
Ride that Phantom, just feel like we rich
Glass of Phantas, I pour up a six
All these Percocets makin' me itch
Panamera, my hoe, let her whip
I just moved from my side, I ain’t switch
That’s my brother A Boogie and Mitch
Yeah, that bread and that butter, we split
Niggas bluffin', I’m sendin' a hit
In the studio makin' a hit
I’ma goat, that’s as real as a it get
Got her stuck to that dick like a tick
I’ma send him some paper again
Hope I free all my bros out the can
I’m just throwin' this money 'cause, I can
I didn’t come anywhere with a plan (Nah)
Tell my brother to hold up his head
Know these fuck niggas rather you dead
I been livin' my life on the edge
I feel geeked up from takin' these meds
And they want me stop takin' these Xans
I still did this shit with no advance
Had an option, I took me a chance
Now my Elliott diamonds can dance
I done invested in more rubber bands
Stackin' these rolls by the grand
I’m hotter than grease out the pan (Hot)
Drummer, I play with them bands
That Bentley didn’t come with no kick (Nah)
Look at my mufuckin' wrist
Look at my mufuckin' bitch
I smell it, I know I’m the shit
Ride that Phantom, just feel like we rich
Glass of Phantas, I pour up a six
All these Percocets makin' me itch
Panamera, my hoe, let her whip
These niggas ridin' my wave
I was just ridin' the Wraith
Ain’t got the time of day, feel so good
They callin' me Mase
Caught my lil' bitch a flight to the A
Let her pop her some bottles of Ace
She a model, didn’t come with no waist
She ain’t swallow, I bust on her face
They been playin' my shit out the state
You done finally caught up to my lane
Lot of drip, that be out of your range
Now these racks startin'
Feel like the Young-Gunna made
Finally let the beast out the cage
All this jewelry, I still want the Bape
I’ma ape, watch me drip it in Bape
That Bentley didn’t come with no kick (Nah)
Look at my mufuckin' wrist
Look at my mufuckin' bitch
I smell it, I know I’m the shit
Ride that Phantom, just feel like we rich
Glass of Phantas, I pour up a six
All these Percocets makin' me itch
Panamera, my hoe, let her whip
That Bentley didn’t come with no kick (Nah)
Look at my mufuckin' wrist
Look at my mufuckin' bitch
I smell it, I know I’m the shit
Ride that Phantom, just feel like we rich
Glass of Phantas, I pour up a six
All these Percocets makin' me itch
Panamera, my hoe, let her whip
I just moved from my side, I ain’t switch
That’s my brother A Boogie and Mitch
Yeah, that bread and that butter, we split
Niggas bluffin', I’m sendin' a hit
In the studio makin' a hit
I’ma goat, that’s as real as a it get
Got her stuck to that dick like a tick
I’ma send him some paper again
Hope I free all my bros out the can
I’m just throwin' this money 'cause, I can
I didn’t come anywhere with a plan (Nah)
Tell my brother to hold up his head
Know these fuck niggas rather you dead
I been livin' my life on the edge
I feel geeked up from takin' these meds
And they want me stop takin' these Xans
I still did this shit with no advance
Had an option, I took me a chance
Now my Elliott diamonds can dance
I done invested in more rubber bands
Stackin' these rolls by the grand
I’m hotter than grease out the pan (Hot)
Drummer, I play with them bands
That Bentley didn’t come with no kick (Nah)
Look at my mufuckin' wrist
Look at my mufuckin' bitch
I smell it, I know I’m the shit
Ride that Phantom, just feel like we rich
Glass of Phantas, I pour up a six
All these Percocets makin' me itch
Panamera, my hoe, let her whip
These niggas ridin' my wave
I was just ridin' the Wraith
Ain’t got the time of day, feel so good
They callin' me Mase
Caught my lil' bitch a flight to the A
Let her pop her some bottles of Ace
She a model, didn’t come with no waist
She ain’t swallow, I bust on her face
They been playin' my shit out the state
You done finally caught up to my lane
Lot of drip, that be out of your range
Now these racks startin'
Feel like the Young-Gunna made
Finally let the beast out the cage
All this jewelry, I still want the Bape
I’ma ape, watch me drip it in Bape
That Bentley didn’t come with no kick (Nah)
Look at my mufuckin' wrist
Look at my mufuckin' bitch
I smell it, I know I’m the shit
Ride that Phantom, just feel like we rich
Glass of Phantas, I pour up a six
All these Percocets makin' me itch
Panamera, my hoe, let her whip
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