Video de: Extra Lyrics Gunna » Rap Fox.MusicaDe.Win

Gunna - Extra Lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna]
I’ma try stackin’ these dead’s up (Stacking these dead’s up)
Stackin’ these dead’s up (Stacking these dead’s up)
I need a bread truck (I need a bread truck)
I want a bread truck
I been sick of this shit, say she fed up
I still dig in that shit, left her legs up
I heard homicide went hit yo' mans up
All these fuck niggas say they can’t stand us (Stand us)
She said I ain’t got no manners (Nah)
Fucked up, I went got my bands up (Damn)
No tuckin' my tail, give you hands up
Leave blood on your shirt, look like ketchup (Ketchup)
Can’t stop sellin' these drugs, feel like Hector
Got my cash, I’ma private investor
I been thinkin' 'bout coppin' that Tesla (Tesla)
Balmain pockets, they filled up with extra

[Verse 1: Gunna]
(Racks) Two-thirty my dash, you niggas can’t catch up (Nah)
Got the game in a choke like a wrestler (Yeah)
I’ma shoot at ya head, what your vest for? (Clack)
I been flexing my arms like [?]
Diamonds wet on my charm got me flexed up (I’m flexed)
I’m just playin' my part, nothin' extra (Nah)
Know you hate to see me doin' better (Better)
I ball like my birthday, got foreigns in the driveway
Used to sell [?]
Get you hit up in broad day (Broad day)
Yeah, I love the minaj play (The minaj play)
Bitch you gon' do what I say (Gon' do what I say)
Fuck a dog in a large cage
Catch a body in broad day (Broad)
[Chorus: Gunna]
I’ma try stackin’ these dead’s up (Stacking these dead’s up)
Stackin’ these dead’s up (Stacking these dead’s up)
I need a bread truck (I need a bread truck)
I want a bread truck
I been sick of this shit, say she fed up
I still dig in that shit, left her legs up
I heard homicide went hit yo' mans up
All these fuck niggas say they can’t stand us (Stand us)
She said I ain’t got no manners (Nah)
Fucked up, I went got my bands up (Damn)
No tuckin' my tail, give you hands up
Leave blood on your shirt, look like ketchup (Ketchup)
Can’t stop sellin' these drugs, feel like Hector
Got my cash, I’ma private investor
I been thinkin' 'bout coppin' that Tesla (Tesla)
Balmain pockets, they filled up with extra

[Verse 2: Young Trez]
See I’m 'bout the green, that bread, and the butter
I might put [?] on a shuttle
They still talkin' and they still in the huddle
Meanwhile got they bitch wanna cuddle
Get up and go get rackaids today
Buy Chanel just to put on her face
You on the outside lookin' in
I look like I’m ballin’, I look like Big Ben
I’m really workin'-workin' for some M's
Back in the day I had to shoot at my friend
Woke up and felt like Givenchy today
Try to jack me, you get shot in the face
[?] 'Vette, ain’t no trail in the Wraith
Escalade on the side of the [?]
Got a yoppa and a daughter AK
That’s for the jackers that think they gon' take (Yeah)
[Chorus: Gunna]
I’ma try stackin’ these dead’s up (Stacking these dead’s up)
Stackin’ these dead’s up (Stacking these dead’s up)
I need a bread truck (I need a bread truck)
I want a bread truck
I been sick of this shit, say she fed up
I still dig in that shit, left her legs up
I heard homicide went hit yo' mans up
All these fuck niggas say they can’t stand us (Stand us)
She said I ain’t got no manners (Nah)
Fucked up, I went got my bands up (Damn)
No tuckin' my tail, give you hands up
Leave blood on your shirt, look like ketchup (Ketchup)
Can’t stop sellin' these drugs, feel like Hector
Got my cash, I’ma private investor
I been thinkin' 'bout coppin' that Tesla (Tesla)
Balmain pockets, they filled up with extra