Gunna B

Yeaaa Bambino Gino, Papito Gino (yea)
You already know what the fuck goin on (facts)
It's everyday shit (uhuh)
Roll up (right) pour up (yea) hold up

Do you really wanna ride with the problem child
Can you really come and dance with the devil now
Is you hot baby? Show me is you hot now
Can you hold it down? Whole pounds, no ounce
Drako, four pound hold it down Glizzy in the pound with the hounds
Baby ain't no time to contemplate can you run the play
Put these racks in ya face baby we gone beat the case
Then I think I wanna fly to Miami
Everybody over there wanna party (party)
And call me papi, but don't try it
You want smoke, first blood gone fry it
Leave a pussy nigga standing there flying
Real street nigga no boy from the island (island boy)
Where I'm from its real niggas dying
Families crying, no 6ix9ine, families dying
Dumb young niggas lost to the iron
Stretch him out when they find him head gone be frying
Meanwhile me and you on another island smiling, fine wining
Sumn like a alibi, if them boys go to eyeing
But baby I ain't with the bullshit we could fly in, vibing
I can show you fine things and I can show you violence
Baby I can show you time spent

What's it gunna b? what's it gone be? what's it gone be
Designer head to feet
We can get the matching Louis V
Thirty racks always on me
If we wanna shopping spree
You fuckin with a nigga that's weak or a nigga that's street
What's it gone be

Fine wine in my fine linen
Conversations lead to vibes getting (facts)
Baby you could be on the way
I just need to know is there a time difference
And I only want the pussy if the mind different (facts)
And if its different I get explicit
Its so precious lick it, rip it, stretch it
Kauz I gotta have that I need that, speed that
I ain't with the phone tag or chit chat (yea yea)
If you want a nigga gotta speak up
Bitcoin, NFT call me mister big bucks
I be tryna get us, I am tryna get it
Fuck with me and get rich
Nigga I'm busy
Road runnin', big blunted, cup dirty
And I ain't tryna hear bout nothin' less its money
Can you scale this shit, flip this brick
Remix this shit, gang we might hit a lick
Been all on that kickdoor bullshit
Now I'm on some grown man business
Can you hold it down if I give you the full clip
Prolly never ever gotta pull it
I just need to know can you can hold it (down)
Or do you need some molding
I want know until you show it or you folding
So open up your mouth
Spit that shit out
Kauz I don't need no lil bitch that can't hold it down (nah)

(Huh) Yea Bambino Gino, Papito Gino, Lord Drip all that
You already know what the fuck goin on
What's it gone be



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Writer(s): Reginald Cassell
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