free bunna - why g & bunna (can) lyrics
[intro: bunna]
his back door open
wide open
i came with my gg, we came for the noses
back door open
wide open
i came with my gg, we came for the noses
back door open
wide open
i came with my gg, we came for the noses
[chorus: bunna]
his back door open
wide open
i came with my gg, we came for the noses
[?] came in with a fully and drench came in with a binary, you should know this
n*ggas like [?] but i’m not gettin’ bow legged
b*tch, i took the watch, i never stole it
boy, i take the work out, i say “flip it”
count up a check, i’m in love with my digits
i’m not parr, i’m just on point, this lil’ dude’ll get riddled all over a fidget
spin, spin it, [?] spinnin’, five fifty six fire ball when i spin it
got hit in his head, the opposite of livin’
why i bend n*ggas rips, what you know about drillin’
when i was fifteen, walk around with my xd
i’m eighteen shootin’ n*ggas tickets
[verse: why g]
i was sixteen walkin’ around with my 1911, right now i walk around with my gg (no cap)
blood in your eyes make it hard to see me (too hard)
big daytona my wrist and i can’t even lie, but i get my drip from kiki (no bap)
big g30, forty five, i can’t even lie, i’m more slime with a g19 with the switchy (grrt, grrt)
i’m a big dog, these n*ggas pipsqueaks (b*tch)
wanna make tracks but i’m in the trap makin’ brickies (brickies)
believe it or not like ripley’s (believe it)
when i’m leanin’ on lean i don’t care about kidneys (i don’t)
i f*cked your b*tch at your house where your kids be (i did)
too many times they shot at me and missed me (they brick)
that’s why i point blank, overcook, crispy (grahh)
i turn my head to the side if she kiss me (ahh)
i’ll put a hundred on him like my wristy ([?])
[chorus: bunna]
his back door open
wide open
i came with my gg, we came for the noses
[?] came in with a fully and drench came in with a binary, you should know this
n*ggas like [?] but i’m not gettin’ bow legged
b*tch, i took the watch, i never stole it
boy, i take the work out, i say “flip it”
count up a check, i’m in love with my digits
i’m not parr, i’m just on point, this lil’ dude’ll get riddled all over a fidget
spin, spin it, [?] spinnin’, five fifty six fire ball when i spin it
got hit in his head, the opposite of livin’
why i bend n*ggas rips, what you know about drillin’
when i was fifteen, walk around with my xd
i’m eighteen shootin’ n*ggas tickets (baow)
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