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Belly
(专辑: Drip Harder - 2018)
[Gunna:] Ah-ah-ah, hey Run that back, Turbo You niggas bogus, I
see the
imposers I
used to say, "YOLO," trap on Motorolla Spitting these vocals, labels think I
wrote it Slippery wet paints, the
coupes are candy-coated Just left the
bank, I
need a
bag to hold this The
streets like a
farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a
fortune I'm riding with my dawg and he ain't gotta question I
got a
bitch like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a
cup, I
got a
lean belly 20s on me, I
call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly PH in the
sky, we got 'em already PJ in the
sky and I
don't wanna land it Creeping at night, the
VLONE bandit I
prayed to the
sky and none of this was handed Worked all my life and now I
understand it Crawled up like a
mouse, but I
could never tell it I
got the
sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded I
got the
drip, they call me Dripavelli I
held him down, that nigga was my celly Fuck you fuck niggas, never made me heartless Thank God, came and got me, I
used to shop at Target They cut out the
coupe before we hit the
marker We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the
party I
done came a
long way from opening up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases, all that we avoiding The
lean in my cup getting more and more muddy I
shown all my love, I've never been a
bully Got every color VLONE hoody Just jumped in the
game and still I
ain't no rookie I
got this sauce, cream and pudding I
came with the
drip, got everybody looking Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken Send a
front in, it's easy to get a
book in You niggas bogus, I
see the
imposers I
used to say, "YOLO," trap on Motorolla Spitting these vocals, labels think I
wrote it Slippery wet paints, the
coupes are candy-coated Just left the
bank, I
need a
bag to hold this The
streets like a
farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a
fortune I'm riding with my dawg and he ain't gotta question [Lil Baby:] Yeah, cash all my backends, I
bought me a
Patek Addicted to cabbage, the
money relax me My mom and them happy, I
bought them a
mansion I
still rock the
fitted, but I
don't be capping (Skrrt) These camouflage denim like I
just went camping They still can't believe that I
made it, they happy I
been getting money before I
was rapping I'm riding in the
Wraith like I
play with the
athletes No pleading, arraignment, ain't taking no charges My young nigga's solid, I
know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a
foreign Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're touring How foreign my tint is, I
still rock the
Jordan Packing out shows, love my fans, they important And I'm still in the
trap, in the
hood like a
motor Spend thousands on fragrance, she fucking my older I
just started rapping, I
made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm running my city These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a
50 I
leveled it up, I've been handling business Getting 20 a
night, every day, different city I
just keep putting this syrup in my kidneys This the
big one, boy, this not the
Jubilee (Jubilee) I
got Gunna with me, rocking VLONE, Supreme (Yeah, yeah) [Gunna:] You niggas bogus, I
see the
imposers I
used to say, "YOLO," trap on Motorolla Spitting these vocals, labels think I
wrote it Slippery wet paints, the
coupes are candy-coated Just left the
bank, I
need a
bag to hold this The
streets like a
farm 'cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it, we done made a
fortune I'm riding with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (Uh)
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