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- Gunna GIMMICK 歌詞
- Gunna
- Yeah
This aint no motherf**kin gimmick
Gimmick
Win or lose this aint no scrimmage
Win or lose
Balmain my shoes and my fitted
D**n
D**n you f**kboys and you critics
Critics
Got the trap jumpin like crickets
Jumpin out
Lambo truck look like its kitted
Skrrt
Load it up hit the block spin it
Spin it
Loyal to my dawgs we committed
Committed
Yeah
Uh
I told you none of my s**t rented
No
They use the lingo I invented
Yeah
In this G6 boosted my adrenaline
My adrenaline
High fashion feel like fly s**t Im chillin in
Fly
My dawg down the road might have to kill again
Kill
Swear the finest h*es come out for Benjamins
Fine
We some dinosaurs who think you bigger than
Who think you bigger than
This chain cost a quarter milli
Uh
Condo sixty floors up you can see the city
High
When the b***h let me f**k she hate to admit it
Uh
Her s**t wet when she bust my s**t sticky sticky
My s**t sticky sticky
Yeah I dig it dig it
Dig it dig it
Wanna bring your friend too yeah Im with it with it
Im with it with it
Nut inside look like glue in your pretty kitty
Uh
My next signed deal Im spendin a ticket ticket
Ticket ticket
This aint no motherf**kin gimmick
Nah
Win or lose this aint no scrimmage
Uh
Balmain my shoes and my fitted
Fitted
D** n you f**kboys and you critics
D**n you f**k n***as
Got the trap jumpin like crickets
Jumpinout
Lambo truck look like its kitted
Skrrt
Load it up hit the block spin it
Spin it
Loyal to my dawgs we committed
Yeah
Love for em all
Bossed up and gave a few bonds to my dawgs
Bonds to my dawgs
F**k the jail system man f**k the four walls
I feel like 2Pac above all the law
Yeah
I pour a quick Dew up and let it dissolve
1017 Guwop Backwoods look like logs
Pull out that trench blazer the end and the fall
The web full of haters and internet blogs
The web full of haters and internet blogs
Im way out in Greece aint receivin no calls
He disrespect chop off his head with a saw
Chop it off
You look out cause you think a blessing involved
Aint none of these cheap Chrome Hearts on my drawers
She kissed on my cheek I dug in her jaws
Dont get on your knees you aint toppin it off
You n***as police and be tellin it all
This aint no motherf**kin gimmick
Gimmick
Win or lose this aint no scrimmage
Scrimmage
Balmain my shoes and my fitted
D** n
D**n you f**kboys and you critics
D**n you f**kboys
Got the trap jumpin like crickets
Crickets
Lambo truck look like its kitted
Kitted
Load it up hit the block spin it
Load it up
Loyal to my dawgs we committed
Mitted
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