Yea Yea Yea
(Yea)
(Yea)
(Yea)
(Yea yea yea)
(Gunna) (Gunna)
(Gunna) (Gunna Gunna Gunna)
Yea they call me Gunna I survived the jungle
Box them up like Ready To Rumble
Niggas rats they be singing like Summer
Bro the plug come get you some bundles
Or send your bitch I'll give her some inches
Stacy Adams I be standing on business
Fuck the k we done brought out the switches
That boy be clicking gas stoves in the kitchen
Niggas don't want no beef promise that ain't shit sweet (Yea yea)
Hundred percent you dying if you come fucking with me (Yea yea)
Burner phone plug changing his number
Mac been locked for a couple of summers
Had to block the bitch I be changing my number
Had you now trying to fuck on your momma
(Yea yea) Had to switch it up I don't deal with no drama
(Yea yea) Scratching shit like Dj Drama
(Yea yea) Bro them took a trip to California
This summer a takeover on my momma black presidential on his wrist Obama
Truck stick forty made little dude fumble
Or was it the nine that got his folks quiet
I don't know it was so many guns that hit him it would've been a miracle if he ain't die
Play my shit in Chicago they going to say he tweaked (Folks ass tweaking)
Call of Duty we got extra shit we on a kill streak
I'm ah keep climbing higher I ain't even reached my peak
Niggas scared to come outside about to start playing Hide-Go-Seek
Got to stand up like a man back up all that shit you said
Rich Porter death got me paranoid think my own niggas want me dead (God damn)
Yea they call me Gunna I survived the jungle
Box them up like Ready To Rumble
Niggas rats they be singing like Summer
Bro the plug come get you some bundles
Or send your bitch I'll give her some inches
Stacy Adams I be standing on business
Fuck the k we done brought out the switches
That boy be clicking gas stoves in the kitchen
Niggas don't want no beef promise that ain't shit sweet (Yea yea)
Hundred percent you dying if you come fucking with me (Yea yea)
Burner phone plug changing his number
Mac been locked for a couple of summers
Had to block the bitch I be changing my number
Had you now trying to fuck on your momma
(Yea yea yea)
(Big Boe shit)
(Yea)
(Yea)
(Yea yea yea)
(Gunna) (Gunna)
(Gunna) (Gunna Gunna Gunna)
Yea they call me Gunna I survived the jungle
Box them up like Ready To Rumble
Niggas rats they be singing like Summer
Bro the plug come get you some bundles
Or send your bitch I'll give her some inches
Stacy Adams I be standing on business
Fuck the k we done brought out the switches
That boy be clicking gas stoves in the kitchen
Niggas don't want no beef promise that ain't shit sweet (Yea yea)
Hundred percent you dying if you come fucking with me (Yea yea)
Burner phone plug changing his number
Mac been locked for a couple of summers
Had to block the bitch I be changing my number
Had you now trying to fuck on your momma
(Yea yea) Had to switch it up I don't deal with no drama
(Yea yea) Scratching shit like Dj Drama
(Yea yea) Bro them took a trip to California
This summer a takeover on my momma black presidential on his wrist Obama
Truck stick forty made little dude fumble
Or was it the nine that got his folks quiet
I don't know it was so many guns that hit him it would've been a miracle if he ain't die
Play my shit in Chicago they going to say he tweaked (Folks ass tweaking)
Call of Duty we got extra shit we on a kill streak
I'm ah keep climbing higher I ain't even reached my peak
Niggas scared to come outside about to start playing Hide-Go-Seek
Got to stand up like a man back up all that shit you said
Rich Porter death got me paranoid think my own niggas want me dead (God damn)
Yea they call me Gunna I survived the jungle
Box them up like Ready To Rumble
Niggas rats they be singing like Summer
Bro the plug come get you some bundles
Or send your bitch I'll give her some inches
Stacy Adams I be standing on business
Fuck the k we done brought out the switches
That boy be clicking gas stoves in the kitchen
Niggas don't want no beef promise that ain't shit sweet (Yea yea)
Hundred percent you dying if you come fucking with me (Yea yea)
Burner phone plug changing his number
Mac been locked for a couple of summers
Had to block the bitch I be changing my number
Had you now trying to fuck on your momma
(Yea yea yea)
(Big Boe shit)
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Writer(s): Vernon Jones
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