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Gunna (Gaelic: Gunnaigh) is an island in the Inner Hebrides of Scotland. more »

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(Cook that shit up, Quay)
4PF, look like we hit licks, how we sell bricks
We don't sell shit, we just make hits, yeah
Turn up

Keepin' my composure, never sober
Never chokin', always smokin' doja
F*ck 'em if they gettin' over
Got a Moncler coat because the kid the coldest
I ain't changed, I stayed the same, and maintained
It's safe to say the kid gettin' older
Forever gang, I'm never switchin' over
Made a lane and niggas can't get over
I can't measure rappers, they be bogus
Really get a pack and keep the over
Big drippers stand up in the ocean
Everybody trappin', we get loads in
He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion
Made a half a ticket of promotion
Shoutout Swishers Sweet, they keep me rollin'
But if we catch the opp, we gotta smoke 'em
Ridin' 'round with Dracs', like we OVO
I got some racks and I want some more
Still got them packs in the hood, call it give-and-go
Keep a nigga main bitch in a figure-four
Let me f*ck when I want, I just come and go
Man, these racks gettin' too big for these skinny clothes
I might put me an M in some big Girbaud
That lil' bro, hit the stick and start gettin' low
I spent five hundred racks on a Lambo'
And didn't even know how to make that motherfucker go
On my birthday, I just wanna lift the door
Barely flex, but don't play with me, period
Shooters followin' behind in a Urus
In the Rolls truck, I feel like a tourist
I'm the one from the bottom, who sold all my partners them pounds
Used to drive in a Buick

Hah, hah, hah
Oh, he ain't up
I f*ck with slimes and I'm gonna bust
He can't put on the drip, he ain't one of us
How you ride in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
How you got everybody lit, pipin' up?
Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one, no wifin' her
Count the money up fast like I'm typin' some
I'm the type to get active and never run

Keep the rulers, my niggas ain't scared of none
Ain't no rules, you got racks, you can get it done
On a light day I keep me a honey bun
Makin' hit after hit, call me Barry Bonds
But it's Christmas, I bought everybody guns
Glocks and choppers and FN's for everyone
Take the roof off the car, let her feel the sun
My bro go see his baba five times a month
Got this bitch out the college, she suckin' and swallow
I stick it she feel it in her guts
We don't run from our problems, we stackin' up gwualla and guwalla
I'm tryna get that mega bucks
We don' drip, lil' nigga, best watch your step
This top shelf, got forty designer belts
4PF look like the new BMF
Think I'm deaf, got stones in my right and left
How you crank up that car, ain't no key in there
Just pull up, spin they block and get out of there
We're gonna have a hard time findin' what to wear
Treat these hoes like a tire, I keep a spare
One is strapped, 'cause I'm war ready
Check the trust, I'm countin' more fetti
Skydweller, Jubilee and a Presi' (no cap)
Hundred fifty applyin' Richard Millie (no cap)
I'ma milk the game until it's empty
Lil' cuzzo spit that flame until it empty
I am not a killer, but don't test me
Spendin' rate, five thousand to a fifty

Hah, hah, hah
Oh, he ain't up
I f*ck with slimes and I'm gonna bust
He can't put on the drip, he ain't one of us
How you ride in a Benz and a Tonka truck?
How you got everybody lit, pipin' up?
Oh, she bad with no swag, I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one, no wifin' her
Count the money up fast like I'm typin' some
I'm the type to get active and never run

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