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Gunna - Dont Owe You Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, Metro, Gunna
Ah-yeah, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
Lord knows I didn’t have a damn thing (Nah)
And my life almost went down the damn drain (Nah)
Fucked up, I had to remain sane
Had to stay focused so I could maintain
Went and scooped my lil' bro from the chain gang
Can’t be cleanin' on dirt on my damn name
I'ma go put some ice in a plain Jane
I don’t owe you lil' niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)

[Verse 1]
Mount it up, sit it on Forgi's
All my whips, I’ma get 'em imported
That new check got me feelin' important
Just stop coppin' this shit, stop absorbin'
On my high horse, I’m ridin' these Porsches
Sellin' dogfood, I’m servin' to Yorkies
Find a lil' interest in the endorsements
Drive thе spaceship on land like a Martian
Dog, but ain’t doin' no barkin'
My lil' bitch had to get an abortion
Got no timе for that shit, I be tourin'
Go and take you a [?] up to Maury
Takin' off in these jets and I’m soarin'
I’ma jump out, I don’t rock no Ralph Lauren
I'ma blow me a check 'cause I [?]
[?] smoke on some purple [?]
[Chorus]
Lord knows I didn’t have a damn thing (Nah)
And my life almost went down the damn drain (Nah)
Fucked up, I had to remain sane
Had to stay focused so I could maintain
Went and scooped my lil' bro from the chain gang
Can’t be cleanin' on dirt on my damn name
I'ma go put some ice in a plain Jane
I don’t owe you lil' niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)

[Verse 2]
Owe you lil' niggas a damn thing
I done came up, I used to sell cocaine
Want that new Bentley truck or the new Range
I’ma sip me some red for my last days
I ain’t fuckin' no hoe off a back page (Nah)
I been poppin' this shit for a decade
I can get yo' shit popped by an ese (Ese)
I’ma spray you lil' roaches like ant spray
Young nigga play with that ratchet (Ratchet)
It’s an extended FN in plastic (Plastic)
This some shit get you put in a casket
Nigga pull on yo' block catch you lackin'
Want some Benji's, some Franks and some Jacksons
I’ma pull a big bank, can you match it?
Only fuckin' this hoe 'cause she nasty (Nasty)
These bitches know Gunna ain’t average
[Chorus]
Lord knows I didn’t have a damn thing (Nah)
And my life almost went down the damn drain (Nah)
Fucked up, I had to remain sane
Had to stay focused so I could maintain (Maintain)
Went and scooped my lil' bro from the chain gang
Can’t be cleanin' on dirt on my damn name
I'ma go put some ice in a plain Jane
I don’t owe you lil' niggas a damn thing (Damn thing)