[Intro]
Yeah, Gunna Gunna, n***a
Yeah, yeah
(PLAYMAKERS)

[Chorus]
I peel off the lot, I chop off the top
Used to piss in the pot, on my wrist is a watch
It ain't all that I got, Double R to the yacht
I’m just buildin' my stock, I ain't never gon' stop
Think they want me to flop, she suck me out my socks
Bet a hundred, I pop, shoot 'em back to the dock
Put a jet in the sky, I'ma drip when I drop
Got some racks in the Glock, pulled the jack out the box

[Verse 1]
I'm fresh off a jet, I gotta be next
Pop a pill and I sweat, sippin' lean to digest
Gunna-Gunna the best, got some new VVS
YSL on my chest, gotta get a Patek
I grew up, but thеy never show love
Makе you stand on your head
Sell that yola, that coca, that soda
Then go get a bag
That FN, it gon' turn you over, put you in a bag
Four door truck in the Jaug’
Left that hoe in the past (Hoe in the past)
I just wan’ get me some money
I do this shit for my mufuckin’ momma
On my birthday, I just want them blue hunnits
I don’t wanna lay up, I wan’ see them commas (Wan’ see them commas)
I love it when she call me “Gunna”
She suck on my dick, I fuck her to a coma
I let her be my promoter
I swear that I been a Young Stoner
[Chorus]
I peel off the lot, I chop off the top
Used to piss in the pot, on my wrist is a watch
It ain't all that I got, Double R to the yacht
I’m just buildin' my stock, I ain't never gon' stop
Think they want me to flop, she suck me out my socks
Bet a hundred, I pop, shoot 'em back to the dock
Put a jet in the sky, I'ma drip when I drop
Got some racks in the Glock, pulled the jack out the box

[Verse 2]
My pocket got green like they lettuce
Most of all these n***as tellin'
I walk in the bank to the teller
And take a hoe to the 'telly
The racks up [?], can't forget it
This shit done got deep, Makaveli
I keep me some heat like A Milli
I just did a show out in Philly
Then poured up a pint, shit was litty
I know I got love in the city
The racks up, got me feelin' like Diddy
She told me come fuck on her kitty
I let down the roof, show the titties
I'm fillin' the bag with a milli'
These n***as act cool but still envy
I told you n***as “We ain't friendly”
I told you n***as “We ain't lackin'”
That .223 gon' shoot automatic
The new [?] automatic (Yeah)
Geek it up, get my shit matte-ed (Skrr)
Still got AKs in the attic
I told you that we 'bout that action
Live for my n***as, I’m jackin'
Pull up and catch 'em in traffic
[Chorus]
I peel off the lot, I chop off the top
Used to piss in the pot, on my wrist is a watch
It ain't all that I got, Double R to the yacht
I’m just buildin' my stock, I ain't never gon' stop
Think they want me to flop, she suck me out my socks
Bet a hundred, I pop, shoot 'em back to the dock
Put a jet in the sky, I'ma drip when I drop
Got some racks in the Glock, pulled the jack out the box