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Gunna - neck on a yacht [Official Visualizer]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chandler Great
Chandler Great
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Turbo
Turbo
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht
Hundred-foot parked at the dock
Bad ho poppin' they twat
I'm gettin' this shit back on lock
Rockin' some Prada high top
I'm cashin' out on a lot
Turnin' shit back up a notch
Fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout
[Verse 1]
I'm back with the racks out the bank
Like Titanic, they want me to sink
Got a new batch, I'm smokin' the stank
Went to Tootsie's, let her throw a lil' Twinkie
They ain't think I'd go hard in the paint
****, I told you it's fuck what you think
Wrap that boy up like a blanket
Then take a swim in the lake
Took my shirt off, these boys outta shape
And Young Flo 'bout come turn up the bass
Got Bluscotti, I'm smokin' the grade A
Got the shrooms take me straight outer space
I wake up, all I want is a payday
I got rich without doin' the Nae Nae
OG Boggy, this ain't a Lil' Ray Ray
Get it in, count it faster than straight As
Virgil Mercedes
Tinted up, you can't see on the e-way
Ballin' like EA
Pretty vibes overseas for the C day
My bitch got a 380
She so up north, shit outta PA
Gimme neck, yeah, the throat, baby
Jump on the yacht, let her go crazy
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' neck on a yacht
Hundred-foot parked at the dock
Bad ho poppin' they twat
I'm gettin' this shit back on lock
Rockin' some Prada high top
I'm cashin' out on a lot
Turnin' shit back up a notch
Fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout
[Verse 2]
I'm back in all black, like crow
Papa Doc, **** thought I would choke
Smack her ass, and I grab her by the throat
Overseas with some treesh on a boat
Fans see me, they sayin' I'm a GOAT
I don't cap, **** thought it was a joke
800 hundred some' for the show
Leave a 3/5 of -Scotti in a roach
I'm in London at Harris, send a photo
I rock a jacket, and I drag it to the floor
Poppin' the tags in the Tes', they like, "No more"
Add it up fast, and don't tell them what's the total
Feel like spazzin', I'm spazzin'
Drop this shit back-to-back on these boys with no promo
Every day, I get fashion
I'm a model rockstar with a cropped leather jacket
My Lambo the fastest
Took the Turbo Porsche over the Aston
Took the Maybach truck over the Audi
Can't believe these fuck **** that doubt it
Put this shit on, I don't need your stylist
Geek it up and get high as a pilot
Get the big house with vibes, and we vibin'
Take the yacht, and we sail to an island
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm gettin' neck on a yacht
Hundred-foot parked at the dock
Bad ho poppin' they twat
I'm gettin' this shit back on lock
Rockin' some Prada high top
I'm cashin' out on a lot
Turnin' shit back up a notch
Fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout
[Outro]
Fuck what these boys talkin' 'bout
Written by: Chandler Great, Sergio Kitchens
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