At the Hotel
Gunna, Lil Uzi Vert, Young Jordan
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Play Makers Yeah Turn up Run that back Turbo Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel) I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail) New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh) Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail) This ship ain't going on sale (on sale) Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale) Can't f*ck with you, Petty LaBelle (lil Petty) Me and my brother like Kenan and Kel (Kenan and Kel) Seen the rest of my niggas in jail (jail) Lot of smoke when that Demon fishtail (yeah it smoke) Niggas hoes and they startin' to reveal (niggas hoes) Damn I hope he don't tell He solid, I'm paying his bail Ain't no fake shit, we keepin' it real I keep me a hammer, no nails Moved out the condo to L Shootout like Rondo, the opps The codeine dissolving these pills Gucci drip down to my socks Drove the Hellcat out of here Wintertime, mink or the fox New wrist, she milly my watch (milly my watch) (Yeah), yeah, if we slime then I'm slimin' you out And there's too many thots in the house I can't f*ck then I'm kicking you out I still mention my bag with a pouch I'm a young gangster mixed with a scout I just stamped me a bigger amount Had to show you what Gunna be 'bout (Yeah), yeah, I did this shit with no bouts I let your bitch whip it round Fucking her ass and her mouth Glad that I came out the South Made it through hate and the doubt Drippin', it gave me some clout Take a G5 through the clouds Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel) I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail) New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh) Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail) This ship ain't going on sale (on sale) Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale) Got big guns like Will Don't make me want kill F*ck her, I don't bill Woah, yeah, all-white gold no steel Rose gold link on chill My diamonds they teal They hit white, in the light, and at night can't tell You know that my name it ring bells You know I'm hot like a lie bell I put my dick in your female No pasta but makin' me shells The Lambo', I need a seatbelt Two-hundred my dash, you could tell You racin' but chasin' a tail I drop my top like it's Montel You know Gunna double-C, Chanel No Jordan hide behind spell You know forty with the hollow shell With that smell baby, YSL Ooh mister, uh, slimy like a snail, yeah Diamonds on my wrist, them bitches wet just like a whale My new crib so big, yeah my backyard it got a trail You know my swag is so clean, got green, I'm talking kale Clip long like a unibrow, so my Glock it name helmet Took me one whole day to fly that bitch and she Australian What's her name, don't look like a snitch so I ain't with the tellin' Yeah yeah Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel) I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail) New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh) Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail) This ship ain't going on sale (on sale) Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale) Whoa, yeah, we just been living it better YSL, we want the smoke, that's forever Feel like a mice on the race to the cheddar In the penthouse, we came straight out the shelter Yeah we came straight out the shelter Whoa, yeah, I got a bro, they'll melt you You got the cards that they dealt you They mad a nigga ain't felt them Whoa, yeah FN is light as a feather Hit him two times, Raymond Felton We still in the race for the cheddar Whoa, yeah, Gunna Gunna in the Tesla (swerve) Doors up like a feather Models pullin' in every time that we let 'em (yeah) Whoa, yeah, slimy slimy, yeah we slimes (slatt) Ap Hublot for the time (slatt) So a ho can't waste my time (no) Baby VV's cost a dime (dime) Streets heating up, me and Gunna got the iron (press 'em, press 'em, press 'em) Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel) I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail) New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh) Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail) This ship ain't going on sale (on sale) Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale) Whoa, slatt
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Written by: Sergio Kitchens, Symere Woods
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