G MAYY - KILLSHOT/STUNNAMAN

Please tell me is you down or not (Uhhh)
Please tell me is you down or not (Uhhh
Please tell me is you down or not
Yo you screaming to loud take it down a notch (Uhhh)
Damn, this a killshot
I ain't wanna do it but the meal hot
Money hit the floor that's a bill flop
Shawty throw that ass for a Tik Tok
Damn, this a killshot
I ain't wanna do it but the meal hot
Money hit the floor that's a bill flop
Shawty throw that ass for a Tik Tok
Like, damn, she got me fiending
Where you from shawty I ain't never seen ya
Summertime but you be shining every season
Like the leaves, you got me falling off the trees
Every time you bend ya knees girl slow down
Couple millions views bitches saying you a hoe now
Them other girls childish they like Miley with the throwdown
Link in the bio say you putting on a show now
Tell me where to go now
I just want the free trial
She told me that I'm funny, G I know you got some money
I've been living off a budget and you know the rent is coming
I'm a part time creator full time single mother
Damn I should've seen it coming like
Why yo man stop?
He got jammed up selling out the zip-locs
But I could be your girl we be matching with the wrist watch
I'm like nah babe I'm just a fan of your Tik Tok
Stop
Damn, this a killshot
I ain't wanna do it but the meal hot
Money hit the floor that's a bill flop
Shawty throw that ass for a Tik Tok
Damn, this a killshot
I ain't wanna do it but the meal hot
Money hit the floor that's a bill flop
Shawty throw that ass for a Tik Tok
Turn me up
Aye
She gone do it for the gram I hope you understand
This right here a summer jam
Really took a gamble on myself
Bitch I'm a stunnaman
Accountant call to plan out all the wealth
I'm talking rubber bands
Real life I'm a businessman
This not for yo Instagram
Really there ain't many men
20 rappers peaking man
Really y'all be tweakin' man
Spotlight rapper beaming in
Rookie year I see you in
Really you not nice as Kim
Really you not nice as Red
Took that oath I made a pledge
Y'all just do what Simon said
Bank account got plenty dead's
Squashed the beef and made amends
Now I'm cool with Franklin's
Her rent was due I paid it then
Another month I paid again
Counting all these favors man
She gone do it for the gram I hope you understand
This right here a summer jam
Really took a gamble on myself
Bitch I'm a stunnaman
Accountant call to plan out all the wealth
I'm talking rubber bands
Real life I'm a businessman
This not for yo Instagram
Run it back
She gone do it for the gram I hope you understand
This right here a summer jam
Really took a gamble on myself
Bitch I'm a stunnaman

Written by:
Garrett May

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