歌手:Gunna
专辑:《WUNNA》

作词 : Kenneth Keyshawn Gilmore/Sergio Kitchens/Wesley Tyler Glass
作曲 : Kenneth Keyshawn Gilmore/Sergio Kitchens/Wesley Tyler Glass
Wheezy outta here
(Wheezy outta here)
Okay
Me and Wheezy, we havin' hoes from Argentina to California
******* in the Bentley, beef goin' up (Beef)
The street playin' one of our songs, yeah (Uh)
Talkin' bout givin' her beep (Beep, beep), tryna **** with me
Tryna see where we goin' (Goin')
Smoke shit, not ignorin' ('Norin')
Swervin' 'round in these toys (Toys)
Stack a lot of fudge, diamond on my thumb
Make her ***** cum (Make her ***** cum), yeah
Two hundred in a month, know she gettin' some
She suck it 'til it's numb (She suck it 'til it's numb), uh
This Bentley shit for fun, it's a
Yves Saint Laurent (Yeah, Yves Saint Laurent), yeah
Smoke a lot of runts, high to the Sun
I could touch the Sun (I could touch the sky)
We don't take lightly to *****s who chasin' the clout for a bust (Nah)
These *****es gon' talk to my *****s 'cause they know we get the business done (Get the business done)
We let some student white chalk to you *****s
And trust me, we gonna keep a grudge (Yeah)
Swear to God that I'm goin' all out for my family
I might pay a visit to your mom (Visit to your mom)
I got a hundred-thousand in my pocket, lil' *****, I got it out the swamp (Uh)
I just heard that you watching' 'cause rockin' these watches
Somebody'll plot and get you slumped (Plot and get you slumped)
Got checks up like Nike, my boxers Versace (Uh)
And now my whole engine in the trunk (Engine in the trunk)
I can make her my wifey and have her all icy and hire security like Trump (Trump)
On church shoes far as I could spit, and feelin' my hip, can't nobody size me
Heard that young boy got clipped, should've watched his lip, I'm on that slime shit
She give me her ***** and lips, don't give me lip, I gave her a diamond
I saw when she had a nip slip and it remind me (It remind me)
Okay
Me and Wheezy, we havin' hoes from Argentina to California
******* in the Bentley, beef goin' up (Beef)
The street playin' one of our songs, yeah (Uh)
Talkin' bout givin' her beep (Beep, beep), tryna **** with me
Tryna see where we goin' (Goin')
Smoke shit, not ignorin' ('Norin')
Swervin' 'round in these toys (Toys)
Stack a lot of fudge, diamond on my thumb
Make her ***** cum (Make her ***** cum), yeah
Two hundred in a month, know she gettin' some
She suck it 'til it's numb (She suck it 'til it's numb), uh
This Bentley shit for fun, it's a
Yves Saint Laurent (Yeah, Yves Saint Laurent), yeah
Smoke a lot of runts, high to the Sun
I could touch the Sun (I could touch the sky)
Uh
Uh