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Gunna - Same Yung N*gga Feat. Playboi Carti [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Vocals
Turbo
Turbo
Programming
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chandler Durham
Chandler Durham
Songwriter
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffery Williams
Jeffery Williams
Executive Producer
Turbo
Turbo
Executive Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Executive Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
Run that back, Turbo
[Verse 1]
Stack them hunnids up like Lego
Remember I had to charge my bros for petrol
I came a long way, trappin' off of metro
Ain't that same young **** from the ghetto
Still got rounds, I can let go
Meet me anytime, I smoke the best dope
I pop off a tag when I change clothes
Ain't that same young **** from the ghetto
[Verse 2]
I done made that drip a series
I can see these diamonds clear like HD
Carats in my ear, why can't you hear me?
Rock Balmain boots under my jeans Amiri
Won't touch you once but still can make you feel me
Get bail, hop out and walk right into D&G
Got three condos, I still won't give my bitch a key
Tell all promoters, "Get that Presidential suite"
Sold-out shows, this shit litty
These bitches love it when I'm in they city
I'ma buy a Rolls and a Bentley
Told doctor get the syrup out my kidney
[Verse 3]
Stack them hunnids up like Lego
Remember I had to charge my bros for petrol
I came a long way, trappin' off of metro
Ain't that same young **** from the ghetto
Still got rounds, I can let go
Meet me anytime, I smoke the best dope
I pop off a tag when I change clothes
Ain't that same young **** from the ghetto
[Verse 4]
Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes
Spend a lotta money on some damn clothes
Fendi on my body, I don't own plain clothes
East Atlanta, kickin', smokin' big dope
I want a Ferrari and a Range Rover
That bitch got her boy so she gon' lay low
That boy just hit a lick, we serve him payroll
Cut that bitch right off, I feel like Van Gogh
Diamonds on me dancin', where's the dancehall?
Wild out on the opp and let that thing go
50k on my backend, I did a late show
[Verse 5]
Stack them hunnids up like Lego
Remember I had to charge my bros for petrol
I came a long way, trappin' off of metro
Ain't that same young **** from the ghetto
Still got rounds, I can let go
Meet me anytime, I smoke the best dope
I pop off a tag when I change clothes
Ain't that same young **** from the ghetto
Written by: Chandler Durham, Jordan Carter, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass

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