[Verse 1]
Young Gunna keep pimping
Pull up and I'm politicking
VVS's bitch I'm dripping
Got on my YSL, bitch I'm dripping
Bitch looking fly as hell and don't take pictures
N***a get out of line, a n***a hitting
My bitch is fine as hell but she don't listen
That's why I fuck the bitch and then dismiss her
I want blue cheese only
I ain't rocking no Saucony's
Gunna gon' be the first one to own it
That shit is out of season I don't want it
I got my britches, how 'bout Ferragamo?
I got some choppers, 'bouta buy more ammo
I'm tryna catch a n***a, I ain't a scammer
I'm in New York and I feel like the panda
Promise I won't let up
You a pussy n***a, n***a shut up
I think these bitches dig it like a shovel
I got my cheese chip, I'm stacking cheddar
God I made it out the ghetto
I cannot lie a n***a living better
That Rover came with two umbrellas
White and black seats, I call 'em salt and pepper
I'm a rockstar, I'm toting heavy metal
Hit the gas and press the pedal
N***a can't get no service, ain't no data
I'll cop another car, you make me madder
I could keep getting money, it don't matter
You don't like what you see then change the channel
Cause I'ma keep popping shit on every camera
Gunna Gunna with whatever
[Chorus]
Come where I'm from, gotta keep a gun n***a
Cause the young n***as gon' ride
N***a can't run, n***a you can't hide
I come from where the young n***as die
Go get a bond n***a, flip a pot
Break down that bond n***a, make a lot
N***as ain't real, n***as never lie
Your brother get killed n***a, and you gon' cry

[Verse 2]
You can't get what I got
I ain't no pussy, I ain't someone to try
N***a can't take the chain or take the watch
N***a a ghost of Gunna blow the spot
See the real in my eyes
N***a ain't put my pyrex to no side
I'm from a mob filled with ties
She fuck me cause she like my vibe
I copped the car then I chopped the top
She want me raw dog but I'm not
I feel like a star when I'm walking out
I shoot you like Paul Pierce, I got a shot
You still playing hard, n***a need to stop
My n***a never seen the drought
And Troup like a guard living on the south
I come from where them bodies drop
[Chorus]
Come where I'm from, gotta keep a gun n***a
Cause the young n***as gon' ride
N***a can't run, n***a you can't hide
I come from where the young n***as die
Go get a bond n***a, flip a pot
Break down that bond n***a, make a lot
N***as ain't real, n***as never lie
Your brother get killed n***a, and you gon' cry