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Wheezy outta here
Run that back, Turbo
Yeah

Chorus: Gunna
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant Extravagant
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average Nah
Burnin' these trees like they calories Burn
Plaques in my crib like a gallery Plaque
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree Grr
My necklace negative four degrees Four degrees

Post-Chorus: Gunna
My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing Ah
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees Four
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my braces get caught in my damn sleep Damn sleep
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris Nah
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B Yeah
Broke the curse and put M's in my family Yeah

Verse 1: Gunna
I'm back in it Back in it
Me and Young Nechie is back in it Back in it
Straight off the beat, Gunna rappin' it Rappin' it
Used to have bands and they cappin' it Yeah
Stars in the ceiling, they galaxy Stars
Bitches with different nationalities Woah
You fuck niggas 'cause a commodity
Shoot him up, leave his body on Huh
Wasn't the type to be born in that life
But still got me some stripes like a referee Referee
I was still holdin' on but they thought I was off
When I took that lil' loss, they weren't there for me Weren't there for me
I bossed up myself and I bossed up my niggas Boss
Now look at they ice Ice, it got clarity Ice
I was broke as a bitch but I went and got rich Yeah, yeah
Now my kids gon' have Ms, they inherit it Inherit it
Finesse Finesse, ain't breaking no sweat
I went got a check and I married it Check
Oh, yes, oh, yes, I'm flexin' the best Oh, yes
My Bugatti broad, she got glass in it
I'm mixin' this Wock', I'm sippin' this TEC
They came straight from Indianapolis
I land in D.C. and pull up at Bliss
Then pick up a backend in Maryland

Chorus: Gunna
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant Extravagant
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average Nah
Burnin' these trees like they calories Burn
Plaques in my crib like a gallery Plaque
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree Grr
My necklace negative four degrees Four degrees

Post-Chorus: Gunna
My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing Ah
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees Four
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my braces get caught in my damn sleep Damn sleep
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris Nah
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B Yeah
Broke the curse and put M's in my family Yeah

Verse 2: Nechie
Bitch, I'm a big star Yeah
.30 loaded, I'ma big Yeah, yeah
Flawless my diamonds, my wristwatch Yeah
I might pull on 'em with twin rods, oh yeah
I'll knock 'em off if you get in the street
Teach a nigga just for playin' with me Yeah
Ain't no cappin' it
Stackin' my money, I'm trappin' it
I bought that bitch body, bitch, I'm a king like big
Your bitch a fiend, yeah, she dig
I gave her dick, she a dick junky
That's a fool, switcheroo
Runnin' your mouth just like bitches do
Hop out with sticks, nigga, peek-a-boo
Cut him like motherfuckin' scissors do
Put that boy right in the blender
Catch your bitch and just watch how I bend her
Don't do the dates and the dinner, boo
I give you something to remember, boo
I slide my dick
Bitch, I'm a savage, animal
Your bitch eat dick, she a cannibal
Nechie, Nechie, so , bet you havin' it

Chorus: Gunna
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant Extravagant
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average Nah
Burnin' these trees like they calories Burn
Plaques in my crib like a gallery Plaque
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree Grr
My necklace negative four degrees Four degrees

Post-Chorus: Gunna
My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing Ah
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees Four
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my braces get caught in my damn sleep Damn sleep
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris Nah
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B Yeah
Broke the curse and put M's in my family Yeah