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Gunna - Don't Give Up [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I call the shots, I'm a coach, I came to kill like a Zoe
I'm only feedin' my folks, climb to the top like a rope
Chokers all round my neck, I'ma choke
We cleanin' this money with soap
With this bread, I stack every loaf, talk to God, ain't losin' no hope
[Verse 2]
Don't give up
Don't give up
I hope you don't give up
Don't give up, no
[Verse 3]
They call me Gunna the goat, keep me a gun and a tote
**** be doin' the most, can't go out sad with you hoes
I gotta stick to the code, I water my money then grow it
Shit big and it's 'bout to explode, Tesla got suicide doors
Yes, I'm reachin' my goals, it's a check every one of my shows
Had the handmaid tailor my clothes, it's a pay day ****, you owe
Lot of diamonds on me, I'm cold, I got fashion on me like Vogue
Whole lotta drip, better leave me alone, my bitch got pink toes
I don't wanna leave it alone, I wanna fuck when I want
Got the piece flooded with stones, baby, not runnin' me home
My brother dead and gone, we was just livin' wrong
Sip out the pain in the mornin'
[Verse 4]
I call the shots, I'm a coach, I came to kill like a Zoe
I'm only feedin' my folks, climb to the top like a rope
Chokers all round my neck, I'ma choke
We cleanin' this money with soap
With this bread, I stack every loaf, talk to God, ain't losin' no hope
[Verse 5]
Don't give up
Don't give up
I hope you don't give up
Don't give up, no
[Verse 6]
I used to shop at the Ross, how I still win from a loss?
Got hired and I turned to a boss, ride in that Maybach like Ross
I got this water like Voss, I wanna fuck in her mouth
They callin', you know I'm en route, I heard that you had a drought
I made it ship, make it bounce, every day I smoke more than an ounce
Money machine, let it count, clothes that can dress up a house
We loyal, you in our you out? I ran up my bag like a sprout
Trust me I know what it's 'bout, fed screams and I'm out
Get the racks and you bustin' it down, the cash route
Run it up, showin' no slouch, glass house
Shittin' on whoever look down, you **** need you a vouch
Every day I'ma drip to the ground
[Verse 7]
I call the shots, I'm a coach, I came to kill like a Zoe
I'm only feedin' my folks, climb to the top like a rope
Chokers all round my neck, I'ma choke
We cleanin' this money with soap
With this bread, I stack every loaf, talk to God, ain't losin' no hope
[Verse 8]
Don't give up
Don't give up
I hope you don't give up
Don't give up, no
Written by: Wesley Tyler, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens
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