[Chorus: Gunna] It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch] I gave my Rolls Royce some wings Drink so damn cold, I could freeze Ayy, first time I called Elliot, Gunna told me to spend two-fifty Now my chain cost half a milli' and I'm plottin on a silly billi' Made twenty-five million, I said mm-mm-mm-mm Now all of these hoes fuckin' me better, mm-mm-mm-mm Shawty say she like me 'cause she slidin' through the trenches with me Give her a million dollars worth of game like I'm Wallo and Gillie Wheezy, Wunna, Pluto, Roddy, this shit way too easy I put your bitch in CC, Céline, Chanel, if need be You niggas really actors, you shoulda been on TV You talkin' like you turnt up, you niggas really T-D
[Chorus: Gunna] It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
[Verse 2: Gunna] Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you Remember that pussy from way back, playin', I pay 'em to pop him Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper This ain't diamonds you lookin' at and we done updated the roster You can tell it's a rich nigga posture Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should've stopped ya
[Chorus: Gunna] It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin' If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic
[Verse 3: Future] Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy (Yeah) Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini (Chop it up) I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons (I do) Bitch ain't playin' her position, cuttin' her off, this shit too easy (Super) I started off smashin' R&B stars right at the bando (Future) I'm havin' hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em I'm havin' pimpin' in my blood and I can change the climate (What else?) I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it (Pluto) Can't put a presidential on a bitch 'less she give a nigga a ménage ('Nage) That lil' IG bitch ain't shit, fucked her in the car (Car) Fucked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R (What up?) Started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car
[Chorus: Gunna] It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin' If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemicTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
