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came from the south - gunna lyrics

young gunna, he came from the top
but i might pull over in the zone 6
we ride with them guns and the sticks
f*cking with pablo, it got me hood rich
forgiato, drop the top on the six
margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
when my hour was down, i put me a l!ck
buying audis, we ain’t trading out whips
she caught me popping, helping out with your b*tch
she f*cked my dog, n*gga know it was switch

she sucked the ball, let my b*tch get a clip
i stack it all, get that money like mitch
with the bosses, b*tch, you know i’ma drip
too many losses, i ain’t pleading the fifth
a lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
too many choppers, you gon’ need to fear
riding in an all white foreign same color the re*rock
saint laurent kicks, bottom like a peac*ck
pull up on your b*tch and skeet in her mouth

i’m from the hood, empty louis pouch
rich n*gga put his safe under the ground
ten chopper, we got 1,000 rounds
sending that work like it’s chinatown
f*ck her, forget her, i send her to lost and found
four door coupe, it’s an a7 audi
real street n*gga, i got stripes like the bali
got a plug for the low, he gonna send it from cali
old school el, got dope in my rally
f*cked that little b*tch just for another addy
my young n*gga wilding out, nick cannon
zone 6, serve you at tony valley
pull up in old neck, f*ck a daddie
young gunna, he came from the top
but i might pull over in the zone 6
we ride with them guns and the sticks
f*cking with pablo, it got me hood rich
forgiato, drop the top on the six
margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
when my hour was down, i put me a l!ck
buying audis, we ain’t trading out whips

she caught me popping, helping out with your b*tch
she f*cked my dog, n*gga know it was switch
she sucked the ball, let my b*tch get a clip
i stack it all, get that money like mitch
with the bosses, b*tch, you know i’ma drip
too many losses, i ain’t pleading the fifth
a lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
too many choppers, you gon’ need to fear
i put a tax on it, we ain’t playing fair

one call away, we gonna pull up and get it cracking anywhere
and we in the street, we ain’t sent you there
bought a new track, this b*tch run like a wheelchair
f*ck on your b*tch and she tell me you still care
f*cking up lady ones, i’m copping every pair
pull up and air that b*tch out and get out of there
i’m having racks in my skinnies and duffel, yeah
y’all n*ggas broke, ain’t even having bread there
i be state to state, i get money everywhere
hood rich, f*ck up a check, i got class there
running with me in the 6, you won’t last there
i be zoned every state, young n*ggas everywhere
come in the south, bodies dropping everywhere
pull up like secret service, we gonna meet you there
still on the bullsh*t, we ain’t playing fair
young gunna, he came from the top
but i might pull over in the zone 6
we ride with them guns and the sticks

f*cking with pablo, it got me hood rich
forgiato, drop the top on the six
margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
when my hour was down, i put me a l!ck
buying audis, we ain’t trading out whips
she caught me popping, helping out with your b*tch
she f*cked my dog, n*gga know it was switch
she sucked the ball, let my b*tch get a clip
i stack it all, get that money like mitch
with the bosses, b*tch, you know i’ma drip

too many losses, i ain’t pleading the fifth
a lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
too many choppers, you gon’ need to fear

- gunna lyrics

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