Jody2Good - Lil Baby A Gunna

Lil Baby or Gunna
Is your Lil Baby a Gunna?
Huh?
Goat smoke
Mama love me if I'm broke or I'm rich
But I love the money she know how I get
My finger tips and my toes got the itch
So I run it up till I'm holding a grip
You touch my bro we on go with them sticks
Like the sole on my kicks, get a hole with a stitch
Can't trust a hoe, cuz I know she a dip
If I get in the hole you a ditch
Shit, my last hoe was a flip
Saved her name in my phone under zip
Pussy wet, water stroke on my tip
But she always floating on dick
You prolly hit her cuz most of us did
I was heart broken but never again
You know what I did?
Poked on her friend
And most of her kin
You know the revenge
Never knew pops, but you know how that is
Breaking the cycle, I'm holding my kids
Never knew grand dad was told he a pimp
So it's the drip why these hoes in my crib
Never played football but sold him a blitz
Sack touch down, and I sold it for 6
They go for 5 but it's slow in this bitch
Before the corona y'all know I was sick
Rich
I gotta make me a hundred
Making the money by saving the saving the money
Hot girls with me, it ain't even summer
They wanna kick it, okay I'm a punter
Disney channel how I play with a woman
Pocahontas, I ain't saving her number
Hair long safe to say, she Rapunzel
Pull up with sticks lil baby a gunna
Pull up with sticks
Lil Baby a Gunna
Drip to hard
Lil Baby a Gunna
New baby birken
Lil baby a Gunna
Pull up with sticks
Lil Baby a Gunna
Drip to hard
Lil Baby a Gunna
New baby birken
Lil baby a Gunna
Lil Baby a Gunna
Lil baby or Gunna
If she was a whip then she maybe a hummer
I can't break a 20, I came with all hundreds
Don't play with my brother
I stay with some thunder
To rain on a sucker
Fuck'em
I have my way with a woman
That's my confession, I'm player like Usher
I had a threesome with my baby mothers
They hated each other, then tasted each other
These niggas talk, I ain't doing the cap
Feeling like Ross, how I move on the Map
Nigga I floss, like it's food in my gap
Dripping in sauce, thats Nutrition Facts
I got the heat but I'm coo in the trap
I'm in the field where the shooters be at
Stomping the yard like my crew in the frat
Made my way out and I ain't moving back
Facts
I had to trap out the house
No electric, spent the gas on a ounce
Independent spend my last in a drought
They day I get fronted, then I'm backing out
No cash amount could have dad in the house
We figured it out
We did it without
Spent a few thou, just to sit in my mouth
Now I don't need a to reason to smile
Wow
We really came from the bottom
Now we here, like Drake was talking about us
Walking with polish
No thoughts for the drama
No salt when I comment
Save that for lasagna
These niggas fifty I'm staying a hundred
Pull up in foreigns and race for the money
Got a passport to escape the country
Shout out to London Lil baby a Gunna
Pull up with sticks
Lil Baby a Gunna
Drip to hard
Lil Baby a Gunna
New baby birken
Lil baby a Gunna
Pull up with sticks
Lil Baby a Gunna
Drip to hard
Lil Baby a Gunna
New baby birken
Lil baby a Gunna
Lil Baby a Gunna

Written by:
Jo Harris

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