Album Name

My Turn

Artist

Gunna, Lil Baby

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.02.28

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Cook that shit up Quay
4PF look like we hit
licks how we sell bricks
We don't sell shit
we just make hits yeah
Turn up
Keepin' my composure never sober
Never chokin' always smokin doja
Fuck 'em if they gettin' over
Got a Moncler coat
because the kid the coldest
I ain't changed
I stayed the same and maintained
It's safe to say
the kid gettin' older
Forever gang I'm never
switchin' over
Made a lane
and niggas can't get over
I can't match with rappers
they be bogus
Really get a pack
and keep the over
Big dripper stand up
in the ocean
Everybody trappin' we get loads in
He ain't 4PF if he ain't got motion
Made a half a ticket off promotion
Shout out Swishers Sweet
they keep me rollin'
But if we catch the opp
we gotta smoke him
Ridin' 'round
with Dracs like we OVO
I got some racks
and I want some more
Still got them passin' the hood
call it give-and-go
Keep a nigga main
bitch in a figure-four
Let me fuck when I want
I just come and go
Man these racks gettin' too
big for these skinny clothes
I might put me an M
in some big Girbaud
Let lil' bro hit the stick
had start gettin' old
I spent five hundred
racks on a Lambo'
And didn't even know how
to make that motherfucker go
On my birthday
I just wanna lift the door
Barely flex but don't play
with me period
Shooters follow behind in a Urus
In the Rolls truck I feel like a tourist
I'm the one from the bottom
who sold all my partners
them pounds
Used to drive in a Buick
Hot hot hot I'm heatin' up
I fuck with slimes
and I'm gonna bust
Bah bah
He can't put on that drip
he ain't one of us
How you ridin' in a Benz
and a Tonka truck
How you got everybody
lit pipin' up
Oh she bad with no swag
I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one
I'm wifin' her
Count the money up fast
like I'm typin' somethin'
I'm the type to get active
and never run
Wunna
Keep the Rugers
my niggas ain't scared of nothin'
Nah
And ain't no rules you got racks
you can get it done
Yeah
On a light day
I keep me a honey bun
One hundred
Makin' hit after hit
call me Barry Bonds
Hits
For this Christmas
I bought everybody guns
Swear
Glocks and choppers
and FN's for everyone
Grrat
Take that roof off the car
let her feel the sun
Wow
My bro go see his barber
five times a month
Yeah
Got this bitch out the college
she suckin' and swallow
Uh
I stick it in she feel it in her gut
In her gut
We don't run from our problems
we stackin' up guala and guala
I'm tryna get that mega bucks
Racks
We them drippers lil' nigga
best watch your step
Them drippers
This top shelf got forty
designer belts
Drip
4PF look like the new BMF
Think I'm deaf got stones
in my right and left
Ice
How you crank up the car
Ain't no key in there
Just pull up spin they block
and get out of there
Get out of there
Wake up have a hard
time findin' what to wear
Treat these hoes like a tire
I keep a spare
Want a strap because
I'm war ready
War
Check the trust account
it's more fetti
Yeah
Skydweller Jubilee and a Presi'
No cap
Hundred-fifty plain Richard Millie
No cap
I'ma milk the game until it's empty
Lil cuzzo spit that flame
until it's empty
Yeah
I am not a killer but don't tempt me
Nah
Spendin' rate 'bout
thousand to a fifty
Hot hot hot I'm heatin' up
I fuck with slimes
and I'm gonna bust
Bah bah
He can't put on that drip
he ain't one of us
How you ridin' in a Benz
and a Tonka truck
How you got everybody lit pipin' up
Oh she bad with no swag
I can pipe her up
Made my last one my last one
I'm wifin' her
Count the money up fast
like I'm typin' somethin'
I'm the type to get active
and never run