Gunna - rodeo dr Lyrics
And I’m right back on rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You niggas still sipping Karo
She with a P in LA at the condo
We bout to eat Margiano
Up in the P house I’m beaming on narcos thinking I should take the Bronco. Yeah. OJ.
Gotta go get it tomorrow
I'm selling out The Apollo inside my body is hollow
Yeah, count up them racks get your folks out the ghetto
You know, that was always the model
Sinc nigga want talk out the side of his neck I just let his BM come and swallow
Told my lil brudda We pulling up spanking these niggas thats thinking we hoes
Ion do no explaining
don't know what you thinking
But you ain’t helped a young nigga grow
You add up the two rings I bought for my fingers
I paid like six hunnid or more
Gave out so many bells I bought so many Bangers
You ask em the real niggas, know
I've been putting that shit on
Showing these boys how to dress get fresh and pull up with the hoes
Ion care bout nigga been sending me threats to the West I get love from the Locs
Make me turn back around and go back to my cell for a nigga with internet jokes
Fuck that shit I'm still doing it for Jeff and Lil Keed
You know it’s RIP to the pope
And my heart covered in chrome
Damn im just now rocking chrome
Gunna back up in the morning
bad bitches passing me robes
Half you lil spinners been doing it wrong
I never talk on the phone
He a clout chaser that want to be known
Mad that we didn't put them on
And I’m right back on rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You niggas still sipping Karo
She with a P in LA at the condo
We bout to eat Margiano
Up in the P house I’m beaming on narcos thinking I should take the Bronco. Yeah. OJ.
Gotta go get it tomorrow
I'm selling out The Apollo inside my body is hollow
Yeah, count up them racks get your folks out the ghetto
You know, that was always the model
Sinc nigga want talk out the side of his neck I just let his BM come and swallow
You Pick the fight ain’t no way
You can run from a nigga because we going at it
I know some nigga Locked up in the dungeon.
They say they feel me like fabric. Yeah,
I know heard I've been pulling up pressing these niggas who claiming I ratted
Yeah, and all on a yacht with my motherfuckin shirt off look at if My whole body tatted
Got the T Rex automatic.
No, I ain't sign to Atlantic
bulletproof trucking it’s matted
I ain’t taking shit else for granted
All this shit cost ain’t nothing for free In these streets Yeah I got to have it
Yeah it’s the Young Gunna Wunn and
Im still big P and a star like Dallas
Back on a addy
One of my diamonds a Patek
I got these niggas the maddest
I’m Dressing up like a salad
I sent his
I sent his BM the Addy
She pulled up with no panties
in my Los Angeles Palace,
And I’m right back on rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You niggas still sipping Karo
She with a P in LA at the condo
We bout to eat Margiano
Up in the P house I’m beaming on narcos thinking I should take the Bronco. Yeah. OJ.
Gotta go get it tomorrow
I'm selling out The Apollo inside my body is hollow
Yeah, count up them racks get your folks out the ghetto
You know, that was always the model
Sinc nigga want talk out the side of his neck I just let his BM come and swallow
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