Lil Keed, Gunna - Hottest lyrics
Gunna [Sergio Giavanni Kitchens] College Park, Georgia, U.S
[Lil Keed, Gunna - Hottest lyrics]
Ayo Jee, you did it again wio got it turnt
Damn Dior yeah, hahahaha
Woo (Let's go)
Baccarat, on a shirt, smellin' good (Uh, huh)
Bad bitch suck my dick, real good (Eh)
Drop-top, in Miami, livin' good (yeah)
Made it out, no cap, still hood
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Most of y'all niggas can't pull no bands out
Went and got me some millions and bad thots
Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out
Yeah, we had to stay down, knock your man off
And that 762 take your man off
You can go for a dash then I'm backed out
Yeah
At this point I don't care about nothin'
Just my daughter, my mama, my money
(Slatt, slatt) i don't give a fuck 'bout
None of y'all fuck boys
Treat 'em like a trash truck, nigga
Then dump 'em
Yeah, went and secured out the house
Yeah, I put cameras outside
Know when y'all fuck boys comin'
Saw the Draco hanging out my daughter
Window when we pull up
Ain't no nigga gonna run
Think you saw me for nothin', boy
You too crazy
They ain't takin' my shit, you get broad day
Yeah, you know what gon' happen
So play crazy
Yeah, shot after shot, yeah, your car sprayed
It's an opp after opp getting laid down
Yeah, she my mopper, she mop 'til I'm all out
She put me outta order, goddamn
Gotta wait 'til the next round
Winter frosted diamonds
First came in, went 'bout a minute
I ain't a big fan of Fendi
But we'll go Cha nay nay
And ain't talkin' Martin, nigga
I get high like a Martian, nigga
Leave that boy stiff like an action figure
Me, Spider and Gunna, some big drippers
Woo (Let's go)
Baccarat, on a shirt, smellin' good (Uh, huh)
Bad bitch suck my dick, real good (Eh)
Drop-top, in Miami, livin' good (yeah)
Made it out, no cap, still hood
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Most of y'all niggas can't pull no bands out
Went and got me some millions and bad thots
Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out
Yeah, we had to stay down, knock your man off
And that 762 take your man off
You can go for a dash then I'm backed out
Yeah
Damn Dior yeah, hahahaha
Woo (Let's go)
Baccarat, on a shirt, smellin' good (Uh, huh)
Bad bitch suck my dick, real good (Eh)
Drop-top, in Miami, livin' good (yeah)
Made it out, no cap, still hood
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Most of y'all niggas can't pull no bands out
Went and got me some millions and bad thots
Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out
Yeah, we had to stay down, knock your man off
And that 762 take your man off
You can go for a dash then I'm backed out
Yeah
At this point I don't care about nothin'
Just my daughter, my mama, my money
(Slatt, slatt) i don't give a fuck 'bout
None of y'all fuck boys
Treat 'em like a trash truck, nigga
Then dump 'em
Yeah, went and secured out the house
Yeah, I put cameras outside
Know when y'all fuck boys comin'
Saw the Draco hanging out my daughter
Window when we pull up
Ain't no nigga gonna run
Think you saw me for nothin', boy
You too crazy
They ain't takin' my shit, you get broad day
Yeah, you know what gon' happen
So play crazy
Yeah, shot after shot, yeah, your car sprayed
It's an opp after opp getting laid down
Yeah, she my mopper, she mop 'til I'm all out
She put me outta order, goddamn
Gotta wait 'til the next round
Winter frosted diamonds
First came in, went 'bout a minute
I ain't a big fan of Fendi
But we'll go Cha nay nay
And ain't talkin' Martin, nigga
I get high like a Martian, nigga
Leave that boy stiff like an action figure
Me, Spider and Gunna, some big drippers
Woo (Let's go)
Baccarat, on a shirt, smellin' good (Uh, huh)
Bad bitch suck my dick, real good (Eh)
Drop-top, in Miami, livin' good (yeah)
Made it out, no cap, still hood
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Most of y'all niggas can't pull no bands out
Went and got me some millions and bad thots
Went and got me some jewelry, I cashed out
Yeah, we had to stay down, knock your man off
And that 762 take your man off
You can go for a dash then I'm backed out
Yeah