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Gunna

"Valentino"

[Intro: Gunna]
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Yeah

[Verse 1: Gunna]
She thicker than Hannah Montana
I f*ck on that b*tch with a Gucci bandana
2018 the Porsche Panamara
I got some racks on me, b*tch, ain't no scammer (Racks)
She let me dig in her gut like an animal (Damn)
I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta (Mud)
Mister Yung Gunna, I came from Atlanta (Yup)
I been drippin sh*t, you gon' need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah
Marc Jacob Jacket, this expensive leather
It's so many percs got me floatin' like a feather (Floatin')
Broke that hoe heart and didn’t write her no letter
I'ma go hard, feel like I be gettin' better
And that Goyard, 'bout to fill it with cheddar (Racks)
I don't want talk, b*tch, don't give me no lecture (Nah)
b*tch, I'm a boss and you know I can't let up

[Chorus: Gunna]
Yeah
I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)
Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)
Racks and designer my wallet (Oh)
Some bad b*tches waiting in the lobby (Lobby)
Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)
Cash and the Thang is a hobby (Hobby)
Valentino all over my body (Body)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Like ooh, don't wanna talk, ooh
Lil b*tch just give me them draws (Hello)
Told her I don't want a star, ooh
Now lick the tip and lick the balls, ooh
In front of your friends, I said pause, ooh (Yeah, ho)
In front of your b*tch I said uh, vroom (Ayy)
Gunna and I back to back with the drops
So many diamonds, I flooded the rocks (Skrrt)
Gucci my sweater and Gucci my socks (Socks)
The guap, it won't stop, Maison my flip flop
Boy, you need to stop, you wifin' that thot
Your b*tch play hopscotch, your whip my whole squad
Got boys on the block that whippin' the pot
Don't wanna talk money, I get that a lot
That b*tch that you with, boy, I hit that a lot (Yeah)
She got a lick that gone stick to the car (Yeah)
Ooh, ooh, put it in her spine
Ooh, suck it up, make her go blind (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh, smokin' on pine
Ooh, my lil b*tch so fine
Ooh, ooh, favorite color lime
Oops, my bad, favorite color slime (Slatt)
Woah, had to let go of my bad b*tch, yeah
But I still never dropped the dimes (Slatt)
Had to downgrade to a nine (Ooh)
My new b*tch on a 30
Shot a f*ck n*gga then act like I'm blind
Dumb mad n*gga, yeah, better read the signs
Dumbass n*gga better not cross the line
Pull up with my n*ggas and none of them kind
Pull up with your n*ggas and none of them ride
Pull up that SLS, doors suicide
Ride in my Hellcat , Blue benji diet
Paramore rockstar, let's have a riot
Nowadays I'm the man, I try to fight it (Yeah)
Ain't touch her, she wet, man, that girl too excited (What?)
She gave me top, the c*m made me silent
She gave me brain, turn me to a psychic (Lil Uzi, yeah)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Yeah
I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)
Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)
Racks and designer my wallet (Yeah)
Some bad b*tches waitin' in the lobby (Lobby)
Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)
Cash and the thang is a hobby (Hobby)
Valentino all over my body (Body)

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