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Gunna - Nobodys Slave Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Nigga state to state, thousand dollar hate
Family straight, food on they plate
Bills paid in full, we would always be late
Grown man [?], learn to pay what you weigh (Ya)
Took a lot of losses, that's what made me a boss
Gotta list out my flaws [?] six feet in the grave
Back ‘gainst the wall, wonder who you gon' call
Who gon' keep that shit raw? Make ‘em get down or lay
Gotta play it safe, keep you a Drac
Let it off, first wrong move that he make
Quickdraw, ain’t leave no room to debate (Quickdraw)
Ain't here to make no mistakes (Nope)
Racks on my plate, you can serve me a tray
We gone keep livin' good, I don't carе what they say
My chips up like Pringles and Lays (Lays)
Thе boss, I ain't nobody's slave

[Verse 2: CEO Trayle]
Ayy, stack up the pape', fill up the safe (Ayy)
Cook up cake, I up with Drac'
I see the jakes, I jump the gate
I already fucked up, let’s do the race
My [?] tucked up, what’s the [?]
Tryna' count these bucks up in a Wraith
Nigga I’m outside, where is my safe?
Track-hawk be strikin', know I switch the plates
They don’t like this shit, look at his face (Ayy)
I’m on my Mike Tyson shit, eat off his face
Cut off the lights, I put dick in her face
This bitch thought I was tripping, I’m straight
Uh oh Wheezy, I smoke till I'm wheezy
Made me a milli', best rapper like Weezy
But I rather get work, I’ma trapper like Jeezy
And I wrap up with these hoes so I don’t be like Yeezy