[Gunna & Future] Yeah (Wheezy outta here) Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy It´s Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy It´s Young Gunna, Wunna, young NAV, and Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy
[Gunna] They fresh out a coffin, don´t know why they talkin´ Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin´, that ho shit gon´ cost ´em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin´
Can´t take no more losses and we steady countin´ I put ´em in office and didn´t get a crown I´m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
[Gunna & Travis Scott] Racks in, walk in, Maxfield and I´m splurin´ again Mixin´ up Crush like it´s juice and the gin Stick in her pussy, it´s loosenin´ (Ooh) I went to Houston with Travis, I´m lit (It´s lit) Niggas send threats and ain´t nobody dead (Nobody) I done got rich, but I still ain´t a lick Take a Perc´ .30 whenever I´m sick Ring cost a thirty, I ain´t even thirty (Uh-huh) F.N. hold a .30, blue tips in the clip (Uh-huh) Wide body swervin´, Rolls-Royce, that´s for certain (Skrrt, skrrt)
Her head game is urgent, I bust on her lip We the big dawgs and these lil´ niggas shrimps Vegas, I spent 20K on the strip Neighborhood blue on the ´Vette, that´s for Nip´ XO, YSL, stay in the game off the rip
[Gunna] They fresh out a coffin, don´t know why they talkin´ Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin´, that ho shit gon´ cost ´em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin´ Can´t take no more losses and we steady countin´ I put ´em in office and didn´t get a crown I´m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
[NAV] Came out the jungle with tigers and apes Can´t believe Cash´s studio is covered in BAPE (BAPE) Fuck so much bitches, I should be in porn Cost an arm and a leg just to see me perform (Let´s go) Speakin´ the truth ´cause I ain´t good at lyin´ And I never play golf, but I still keep my iron Call up some vibes, I got nothin´ but dimes And she gave me some brain, I got piece of her mind (Yeah) Pull up to functions, my name on the banner Still walkin´ through the back door with my hammer (No cap) Poor lil´ boys, they don´t want smoke Had to aim for his legs, can´t get caught on the camera
Got me a baddie, when she give me sloppy She tie up her hair with a Gucci bandana Come between me and my blues and get handled I know me some dangerous Crips from Atlanta (Yeah) If I run into a problem with cake I put pots on the stove and I whip up the batter (Yeah) Speak on my name, I´ma pull up on you All your people gon´ run when the shots start to splatter Stayed on my grind and I been makin´ noise And I still find a way how to tune out the chatter Catchin´ yo´ bitch is like catchin´ the opps I just pull out my dick and I shoot it right at her
[Gunna] They fresh out a coffin, don´t know why they talkin´ Got power like Austin, they cap with a gown These rappers is exhaustin´, that ho shit gon´ cost ´em They wet like a faucet, I look like a fountain Get Texas like Austin, in L.A., we golfin´ Can´t take no more losses and we steady countin´ I put ´em in office and didn´t get a crown I´m drenched like a dolphin, the freshest in town
[ Gunna] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy Young Wheezy, Young Wheezy