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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Told my **** toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah
In the penthouse 60 levels up with some hoes that I can't cuff, yeah
I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can't trust, yeah
**** thinkin' that they tough they can't wanna play with us, damn
Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah
Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
From the outside lookin' in they think the kid made it
I ain't never witnessed so much damn hatred
Gotta get a grill for these dead faces
Thinkin' 'bout that money got my mind racin'
Time is runnin' out, I'm runnin' out of patience
Come down to that paper, you gon' grind ain't you?
They play with one of your partners, you gon' ride, ain't you?
[Verse 3]
We gon' take it over, this is our nation
I'ma ride that over, I need high maintenance
Speciality executives, it's so spacious
I'm so used to this, I don't do nothin' basic
[Verse 4]
Chanel on your feet, I know you love pacin'
Whatever you do don't give it up, baby
Whatever you do don't give it up, baby
Go clean up, I got hundreds in the tub, baby
[Verse 5]
Told my **** toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah
In the penthouse 60 levels up with some hoes that I can't cuff, yeah
I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can't trust, yeah
**** thinkin' that they tough they can't wanna play with us, damn
Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah
Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough, yeah
[Verse 6]
I don't see on one but us, I don't seem to worry much
I been high inside the clouds, I can feel 'em and touch
They've been prayin' on my down, they don't wanna see me up
I don't took so many fouls, now they seem keep me tough
I ain't comin' with no bluff, **** know I ain't lettin' up
I been in and out of town, doing shows and stackin' bucks
Movin' slow and sippin' Tuss, Hi-Tech and actin' up
[Verse 7]
We gon' pour a pint, my **** all litty
Toastin' up 'cause we 'bout to make more millis
Hundreds in the bank, I need them blue benji's
Put you in the latest Jimmy Choo baby
[Verse 8]
They say this money gonna drive us all crazy
Paper done put pressure on my old lady
Broke your heart and had to buy a new Mercedes
Workin' hard, geekin', can't stop gettin' faded
[Verse 9]
Told my **** toast up, pour some lean in his cup, yeah
In the penthouse 60 levels up with some hoes that I can't cuff, yeah
I got lean in my cup, I got rumors I can't trust, yeah
**** thinkin' that they tough they can't wanna play with us, damn
Keep a semi-auto tucked, like a pimple I might bust, yeah
Gotta thank God that we up, I done seen more than enough (Yeah)
Written by: Sergio Giavanni Kitchens
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