Anyway
(专辑: Street Gossip - 2018)
(Cook that shit up Quay) I'm taking off again, suicide doors, I
won't let 'em in 4, or 5
cars, living like a
God, paying for my sins In this life, ain't no man important I
can hop in the
Benz, a
foreign Mario said they corning in in the
morning I
got vibes, every state I
got choices Gucci coat, like we stand on the
corner With me, it's like I
came straight out the
apartments, only just a
beat Bitch I
get mine off the
top, let the
bro keep difference Put a
'A' in Atlanta, stand up for my city I
was re-in up daily, they thought I
was kidding I
was putting my profit, save me a
milly I
keep pouring up Fantas, so shit getting ridiculous I
hope the
doctor don't say that I
need a
new kidney Pull up Any kind of way I
want her, she know I
got that dope boy persona (Drop top) Winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the
number I
done got the
ball off, fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the
laws, I
gotta keep on running I
be rocking new shit I
got every color This shit ain't enough, I
need another come up Pull up Any kind of way I
want her, she know I
got that dope boy persona (Drop top) Winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the
number I
done got the
ball off, fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the
laws, I
gotta keep on running I
be rocking new shit I
got every color This shit ain't enough, I
need another come up I
fuck with Lil Baby, no infant I
used to make plays at the
QuikTrip I
spend a
20 on Quick Picks I
run it back like a
Pick 6
Add it all up, it's a
it's a
re-up, nigga I'm balling, I
need a
quick minute I
just bought a
lift kit Said she fell in love with a
misfit Fuck your opinion, you know how I'm living My closet say To be continued' Back in the
days, I
used to make plays The
spot there was off of Virginia Ain't no contender Tattoo my name on placentas I
read a
bitch like accounts Made half a
mil' in a
rental All of my verses expensive My cause a
blood, menstrual He drove down pimps I
know that they care for your answer I
ball, I
need me an agent I
just might be your replacement I
got a
whole lot of money But I
got a
little patience I
got a
whole lot of money But I
got a
little patience I
got a
whole lot of money But I
got a
little patience My bitch a
trip, vacation Too many chains, plantation If you a
real nigga It ain't no expiration Pull up Any kind of way I
want her, she know I
got that dope boy persona, drop top Winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the
number I
done got the
ball off, fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the
laws, I
gotta keep on running I
be rocking new shit I
got every color This shit ain't enough, I
need another come up Pull up Any kind of way I
want her, she know I
got that dope boy persona, drop top Winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the
number I
done got the
ball off, fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the
laws, I
gotta keep on running I
be rocking new shit I
got every color This shit ain't enough, I
need another come up (Guwop) (Go) They say Gucci's a
criminal, flood my time-piece with emeralds Not conserv1 or no liberal, donate Rollies for Christmas Heard I
shopped at Bar Harbor, I
spend reckless on dental She so fine, got her address, told my folks where to send her New 'Rari half a
M, see the
horse, know the
emblem It's big Guwop, it's him Always us over them Niggas say they gon' do this and that, then duck when I
see 'em Don't compare me to Slim I
could never be him Copped so many new baguettes that I'm getting sick of myself Big bully, crush my peers So, now I
pick on myself Highly decorated soldier, I
got hits on my belt Big diamond choker choking on me like Connor Mcgreggor (It's Gucci!) Pull up Any kind of way I
want her, she know I
got that dope boy persona, drop top Winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the
number I
done got the
ball off, fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the
laws, I
gotta keep on running I
be rocking new shit I
got every color This shit ain't enough, I
need another come up Pull up Any kind of way I
want her, she know I
got that dope boy persona, drop top Winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas balling like we hit the
number I
done got the
ball off, fucking cannot fumble Still ducking the
laws, I
gotta keep on running I
be rocking new shit I
got every color This shit ain't enough, I
need another come up