[Verse 1] Young Gunna keep pimping Pull up and I'm politicking VVS's bitch I'm dripping Got on my YSL, bitch I'm dripping Bitch looking fly as hell and don't take pictures Nigga get out of line, a nigga hitting My bitch is fine as hell but she don't listen That's why I fuck the bitch and then dismiss her I want blue cheese only I ain't rocking no Saucony's Gunna gon' be the first one to own it That shit is out of season I don't want it I got my britches, how 'bout Ferragamo? I got some choppers, bouta buy more ammo I'm tryna catch a nigga, I ain't a scammer I'm in New York and I feel like the panda Promise I won't let up You a pussy nigga, nigga shut up I think these bitches dig it like a shovel I got my cheese chip, I'm stacking cheddar God I made it out the ghetto I cannot lie a nigga living better That Rover came with two umbrellas White and black seats, I call 'em salt and pepper I'm a rockstar, I'm toting heavy metal Hit the gas and press the pedal Nigga can't get no service, ain't no data I'll cop another car, you make me madder I could keep getting money, it don't matter You don't like what you see then change the channel Cause I'mma keep popping shit on every camera Gunna Gunna with whatever
[Chorus] Come where I'm from, gotta keep a gun nigga Cause the young niggas gon' ride Nigga can't run, nigga you can't hide I come from where the young niggas die Go get a bond nigga, flip a pot Break down that bond nigga, make a lot Niggas ain't real, niggas never lie Your brother get killed nigga, and you gon' cry
[Verse 2] You can't get what I got I ain't no pussy, I ain't someone to try Nigga can't take the chain or take the watch Nigga a ghost of Gunna blow the spot See the real in my eyes Nigga ain't put my pyrex to no side I'm from a mob filled with ties She fuck me cause she like my vibe I copped the car then I chopped the top She want me raw dog but I'm not I feel like a star when I'm walking out I shoot you like Paul Pierce, I got a shot You still playing hard, nigga need to stop My nigga never seen the drought And Troup like a guard living on the south I come from where them bodies drop
[Chorus] Come where I'm from, gotta keep a gun nigga Cause the young niggas gon' ride Nigga can't run, nigga you can't hide I come from where the young niggas die Go get a bond nigga, flip a pot Break down that bond nigga, make a lot Niggas ain't real, niggas never lie Your brother get killed nigga, and you gon' cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
