Shawn Scrilla, Gunna - On Fye lyrics
Gunna [Sergio Giavanni Kitchens] College Park, Georgia, U.S
[Shawn Scrilla, Gunna - On Fye lyrics]
Stuff my Backwood get high
Complimenting my fly i’m dat nigga dat guy
Fashion Week in NY double C like a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp might wreck
Da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt)
My bitches coming dressed to kill
I fuck for hours off a pill
Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill
I swear my life come wit a bill
I never had a bitch to keep it real
So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil
(out the way)
Baby let’s go far i don’t do slow cars
Wedding cake in my wood ain’t no gars
I been built for this shit from the start
She got a good head smart
Cuff like a cop I’m Paul Blart
She get in her mood fast
I’m in love wit her rude ass
She act like da manager make
Sure da kid neva late
I hope he don’t get outta pocket cause
We neva run out of k’s private plane
Private plane baby we don’t do delays
I’m missin yo face
I ain’t seen u in some days
Came from Wing Bonz now we eat NoBu now
I stunt on my old boo now
These niggas watching me like roku now
Lil shawty on fye i need her on my side
Stuff my Backwood get high
Complimenting my fly i’m dat nigga dat guy
Fashion Week in NY double C like a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp might wreck
Da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt)
My bitches coming dressed to kill
I fuck for hours off a pill
Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill
I swear my life come wit a bill
I never had a bitch to keep it real
So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil
(out the way)
I paid a thousand dollars for a seal
I took me 2 4 of a pill
I painted rose gold on the wheels
I got a new home in the hills
I put these clothes on and I drip, ahhhhh
Ima make sure you and yours straight
Got me some gold on like a ace
It came wit backward doors, it's a Wraith
I got me 2 lawyers on a
Case, I got on 2 watches, how I'm late?
Gunna take 2 hoes on a date
Pockets on sumo, a lot of weight
Rockin some Balmain by the way
Swear I need all mine I can't wait
Had to put diamonds in my face
Gunna a YSL renegade
Livin in Miami for a day
I had a long flight, had to pour a eighth
Smokin Gelato, not the haze
Bitch is a freak she let me fuck her face
Gunna a playa, I don't gotta pay
Lil shawty on fye i need her on my side
Stuff my Backwood get high
Complimenting my fly i’m dat nigga dat guy
Fashion Week in NY double C like a spy
She put double C on her eye
All of these corners sharp might wreck
Da Bentley in the hills (skrrt skrrt)
My bitches coming dressed to kill
I fuck for hours off a pill
Don’t hit my hoe up just to chill
I swear my life come wit a bill
I never had a bitch to keep it real
So baby let’s take a trip out to Brazil
(out the way)