lirik lagu gunna - extra
[chorus: gunna]
i’ma try stackin’ these dead’s up (stacking these dead’s up)
stackin’ these dead’s up (stacking these dead’s up)
i need a bread truck (i need a bread truck)
i want a bread truck
i been sick of this sh~t, say she fed up
i still dig in that sh~t, left her legs up
i heard homicide went hit yo’ mans up
all these f~ck n~ggas say they can’t stand us (stand us)
she said i ain’t got no manners (nah)
f~cked up, i went got my bands up (d~mn)
no tuckin’ my tail, give you hands up
leave blood on your shirt, look like ketchup (ketchup)
can’t stop sellin’ these drugs, feel like hector
got my cash, i’ma private investor
i been thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ that tesla (tesla)
balmain pockets, they filled up with extra
[verse 1: gunna]
(racks) two~thirty my dash, you n~ggas can’t catch up (nah)
got the game in a choke like a wrestler (yeah)
i’ma shoot at ya head, what your vest for? (clack)
i been flexing my arms like [?]
diamonds wet on my charm got me flexed up (i’m flexed)
i’m just playin’ my part, nothin’ extra (nah)
know you hate to see me doin’ better (better)
i ball like my birthday, got foreigns in the driveway
used to sell [?]
get you hit up in broad day (broad day)
yeah, i love the minaj play (the minaj play)
b~tch you gon’ do what i say (gon’ do what i say)
f~ck a dog in a large cage
catch a body in broad day (broad)
[chorus: gunna]
i’ma try stackin’ these dead’s up (stacking these dead’s up)
stackin’ these dead’s up (stacking these dead’s up)
i need a bread truck (i need a bread truck)
i want a bread truck
i been sick of this sh~t, say she fed up
i still dig in that sh~t, left her legs up
i heard homicide went hit yo’ mans up
all these f~ck n~ggas say they can’t stand us (stand us)
she said i ain’t got no manners (nah)
f~cked up, i went got my bands up (d~mn)
no tuckin’ my tail, give you hands up
leave blood on your shirt, look like ketchup (ketchup)
can’t stop sellin’ these drugs, feel like hector
got my cash, i’ma private investor
i been thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ that tesla (tesla)
balmain pockets, they filled up with extra
[verse 2: young trez]
see i’m ’bout the green, that bread, and the b~tter
i might put [?] on a shuttle
they still talkin’ and they still in the huddle
meanwhile got they b~tch wanna cuddle
get up and go get rackaids today
buy chanel just to put on her face
you on the outside lookin’ in
i look like i’m ballin’, i look like big ben
i’m really workin’~workin’ for some m’s
back in the day i had to shoot at my friend
woke up and felt like givenchy today
try to jack me, you get shot in the face
[?] ‘vette, ain’t no trail in the wraith
escalade on the side of the [?]
got a yoppa and a daughter ak
that’s for the jackers that think they gon’ take (yeah)
[chorus: gunna]
i’ma try stackin’ these dead’s up (stacking these dead’s up)
stackin’ these dead’s up (stacking these dead’s up)
i need a bread truck (i need a bread truck)
i want a bread truck
i been sick of this sh~t, say she fed up
i still dig in that sh~t, left her legs up
i heard homicide went hit yo’ mans up
all these f~ck n~ggas say they can’t stand us (stand us)
she said i ain’t got no manners (nah)
f~cked up, i went got my bands up (d~mn)
no tuckin’ my tail, give you hands up
leave blood on your shirt, look like ketchup (ketchup)
can’t stop sellin’ these drugs, feel like hector
got my cash, i’ma private investor
i been thinkin’ ’bout coppin’ that tesla (tesla)
balmain pockets, they filled up with extra
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