Gunna, NAV - Young Wheezy lyrics

Sergio Giavanni Kitchens [College Park, Georgia. USA.]

[Gunna, NAV - Young Wheezy lyrics]

Yeah (Wheezy outta here)
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
It's Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV
And Young Wheezy
It's Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV
And Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy

They fresh out a coffin
Don't know why they talkin'
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin'
That hoe shit gon' cost 'em
They wet like a faucet
I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin'
Can't take no more losses
And we steady countin'
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
I'm drenched like a dolphin
The freshest in town

Racks in
Walk in Maxfield and I'm splurgin' again
Mixin' up Crush like it's juice and the gin
Stick in her pussy it's loosenin'
I went to Houston with Travis, I'm lit
Niggas send threats and ain't nobody dead
I done got rich but I still ain't a lick
Take a perc 30 whenever I'm sick
Ring cost a 30, I ain't even
30, FN hold a 30
Blue tips in the clip
Wide body swervin'
Rolls Royce that's for certain
Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip
We the big dogs and
These lil' nigga's shrimp
Vegas, I spent 20k on the strip
Neighborhood blue on the Vette
That's for Nip
SLY stay in the game off the rip

They fresh out a coffin
Don't know why they talkin'
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin'
That hoe shit gon' cost 'em
They wet like a faucet
I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin'
Can't take no more losses
And we steady countin'
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
I'm drenched like a dolphin
The freshest in town

Came out the jungle with tigers and apes
Can't believe Cash's studio is
Covered in Bape
Fuck so much bitches I should be in porn
Cost a arm and a leg just to see me perform
Speakin' the truth 'cause I
Ain't good at lyin'
And I never play golf but
I still keep my iron
Call up some vibes, I got nothin' but dimes
And she gave me some brain
I got piece of her mind
Pull up to functions, my name on the banner
Still walkin' through the back
Door with my hammer
Had to aim for his legs can't
Get caught on the camera
Got me a baddie when she give me sloppy
She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana
Come between me and my blues and get handled
I know me same dangerous crips from Atlanta
If I run into a problem with cake
I put pots on the stove and
I whip up the batter
Speak on my name I'ma pull up on you
All your people gone run when
The shots start to splatter
Stayed on my grind and I been makin' noise
And I still find a way how
To tune out the chatter
Catchin' yo bitch is like catchin' the opps
I just pull out my dick and
Shoot it right at her

They fresh out a coffin
Don't know why they talkin'
Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown
These rappers is exhaustin'
That hoe shit gon' cost 'em
They wet like a faucet
I look like a fountain
Get Texas like Austin, in LA we golfin'
Can't take no more losses
And we steady countin'
I put 'em in office and didn't get a crown
I'm drenched like a dolphin
The freshest in town

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy

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