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Gunna - Ftf Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna & Future]
(Wheezy outta here) Yeah
Young Wunna, Young Wunna, Young Wunna
Stack through winter and ball through the summer
Stack through winter and ball through the summer

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I spit game but these niggas don't listen
Win the game 'cause I'm humble and gifted
Shit ain't change, my mind still on a milli'
I got fame off of come ups and gimmicks
Never hated, I prayed and I waited
Never traded, I'm slimy and shady
This a Maybach G-Wagon Mercedes
All that cappin', just save it for Daisy
Hug my mama and told her, "We made it"
You could ball 'til you ballin' with granny
I got totes of Celine out a GRAMMY
I ain't takin' none else just for granted
This shit get low, I know I won't panic
Fought the devil and still out here standin'
I'm a rebel, get mine by demandin'

[Chorus: Gunna]
Stack it tall, no ribbon
We got X, call 'em Skittles
Split your legs, you too simple
Sippin' Wock', sippin' red
Gettin' head, in a rental
Bust his head like a pimple (Yeah)
Shoot him dead (Dead), leave him dead (Dead)
Fuck the feds (Fed), fuck a fed (Won't tell)
[Verse 2: Terry Tesla]
Fuck all that cap, nigga, save it for Charlie (Fuck all that)
Oh, that's your bitch? Tell me why she keep callin' (She call)
Know this shit ain't an issue, them problems, we solve it (We solve)
Oh, that's your mans? Tell the boys to keep walkin' (Keep walk)
Punch him right in his mouth, all the boys to keep talkin'
'Member days I was walkin' out here with no 'partment
Shake the P in a cup, had the boy in a darky
How your life nigga been feelin' inflated? (Inflated)
Big headed bitch, I could simply deflate it (Deflate it)
Save me the wrists, you're walkin' in pavement
Don't play with that check, that check wasn't playful
I know I'm a pro on the ball with the melee
But I'm in LA like Kobe with Lakers
Probably grab a ton, how could the bitch really space
Say they tell 'em, can't drive 'round this bitch like it's space (Spacey)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Stack it tall, no ribbon
We got X, call 'em Skittles
Split your legs, you too simple
Sippin' Wock', sippin' red
Gettin' head in a rental
Bust his head like a pimple (Yeah)
Shoot him dead (Dead), leave him dead (Dead)
Fuck the feds (Fed), fuck a fed
[Verse 3: DaBaby]
Go
New Maybach 650, it's bigger (Go)
She gon' let me put it in her (Bring it here)
I always get head 'fore I hit her (Go)
She askin' how much I pay for my watch (What you pay?)
Baby, how many bracelets you got?
I put the cum on the face, she a thot (On the face)
Uber Eats, I ain't takin' her out
It be here in twenty
Meet him downstairs and leave, I ain't hungry
I pull up on niggas like, "Brr-vroom"
Pull up on niggas, throw deuces up (See ya)
We pulled it too heavy, a D'USSÉ cup
I drop a hunnid blue hunnids, they shoot you up (Wh-roo)
That's a ten
Watch my seats, I count up in the Benz
Let the table out

[Chorus: Gunna]
Stack it tall, no ribbon
We got X, call 'em Skittles
Split your legs, you too simple
Sippin' Wock', sippin' red
Gettin' head in a rental
Bust his head like a pimple (Yeah)
Shoot him dead (Dead), leave him dead (Dead)
Fuck the feds (Fed), fuck a fed