don’t i (feat. Gunna)歌词

Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner
I'm still gon' be out if I die today
I come through cushion like a tidal wave
I got that shit on lock, don't I?
And I got your ***** on lock, don't I?

I got the **** make a toxic, don't I?
I got the shit make 'em plat, don't I?
I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin' Donda
I got to buy up the block, don't I?
I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?
And she got that little WAP, don't she?
I know how to hit a spot, don't I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma

At the stove makin' Rice-A-Roni
I don't take your advice you can show me
Had to put some privacy trees around the villa 'cause I know the neighbors too nosey
Turn twеnty-three then I poured up a eight in my soda 'causе I miss Kobe
Can't depend on you niggas I move like I'm Jigga, I get the Bs on my lonely
That internet trash, you a chatty pat
On a golf course, but I ain't got no caddy
I like when the head screwed I don't straight
I make sure you gon' eat with your own plate
Niggas talkin' that tough on the long shot
I told my lil' ***** how to take care of a nigga
I like when she text, "what you on, bae?"
A lot of these niggas talk shit but they ain't 'bout it
I ain't Lil Baby but I get four pockets full
Roddy pullin' up in the drop with the Woos
I want my ***** to have money like Oprah
You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her
Starter kit came with an outer space rover
She like the trap, goin' trap, goin' trap
So I flew her out and back to California

Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner
I'm still gon' be out if I die today
I come through cushion like a tidal wave
I got that shit on lock, don't I?
And I got your ***** on lock, don't I?

I got the **** make a toxic, don't I?
I got the shit make 'em plat, don't I?
I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin' Donda
I got to buy up the block, don't I?
I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?
And she got that little WAP, don't she?
I know how to hit a spot, don't I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma

Gunna
Real geek'll turn your ***** to a stoner
We real P's, that's why your ***** pulled up on us
Don't fall with circles, we can never condone that
Ain't a ho but I came up off a corner
We ride the Rolls truck whenever I wanna
We count the rolls, I got new bigger pointers
[?] pretty toes, welcome to the Young Gunna
***** hot and wet, she remind me of a sauna
My car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger
Keep ice on my neck and my wrist like it's frozen
The doc tryna get the ******* out my colon
This shit startin' to sound like a hit, don't it?
**** all that cap, Gunna don't say some shit that won't, make you go turn up your clique, don't it?
All the time, I'm making sense, don't I?
I go buying with a fit, don't I?
I had [?] to this shit, don't I?
I'm inspired by the glist' of the wrist,
You'd do the same if you rich, don't I?
Sixty K for the bracelet,
Spent over three million with Elliot, no lie
Every state and every city sold out
Pick a target I'ma hit it, don't I?
Draped my dog in that Jesus piece
Pray to God he gon' touch a B
Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap
I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner
I'm still gon' be out if I die today
I come through cushion like a tidal wave
I got that shit on lock, don't I?
And I got your ***** on lock, don't I?

I got the **** make a toxic, don't I?
I got the shit make 'em plat, don't I?
I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin' Donda
I got to buy up the block, don't I?
I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?
And she got that little WAP, don't she?
I know how to hit a spot, don't I?
She addicted to my expensive aroma

This shit startingto sound like a hit, don't it?
Starter kit came with an outer space Rover
Car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger
You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her