Gunna (feat. King Book)

Uh, look Know when I walk in, I'm dressed to impress Confidence, baby, for y'all to assess Kind of a manic, he knows what I'm planning Look, bitch, I'm demanding a dagger to chest Lookin' at rappers and salary flex All of my people said, I'ma be next Chasin' a dream, watch it manifest I walk in, I walk in, I walk in I walk in, I walk in, I walk in And died in that fire Phoenix from ashes, I had to revive Flappin' 'em wings and vacay to Dubai I'm not your favorite? That's a little odd Time to take Cinderella to the ball She got the Micstro, she got it all I'm the type of dude that'll put the fear of God Into anybody that's involved Nice and classy Took the bullshit to the backseat Put it right past me Careful where you address me On the microphone, I'm nasty You don't really, really wanna test me I get a little testy I'm a Gunna Breaking rules when I wanna Making moves out the gutter We're celebrating, that's the day or mañana Kill ya, drama, assassin That's word to your mother Body bag, we may need another It's loyalty and no dishonor I'm a Gunna, yeah Breaking rules when I wanna Making moves out the gutter We're celebrating, that's the day or mañana Kill ya, drama, assassin That's word to your mother Body bag, we may need another It's loyalty and no dishonor Yo, we makin' all of these moves to get paid If it's not money, got nothin' to say I'ma get green until I'm in my grave I don't know how to behave I don't know why God made me this way Me and Micstro, get it straight out the muscle Y'all don't know grind And y'all don't know hustle R.I.P. Nipsey, I'm on my victory lap, tipsy To my gypsy in Cinci She just called, said she miss me She been tryin' to convince me to come home I'm like, what, home? I'm a king and she tryin' to prince me, huh Well, since we talkin' bout my inheritance I got the fairest sense You're an embarrassment Because I got the rarest prints and you know it We killin' it, Book-and-Micstro it You shootin' your shot, don't blow it, like I'm a Gunna Breaking rules when I wanna Making moves out the gutter We're celebrating, that's the day or mañana Kill ya, drama, assassin that's word to your mother Body bag, we may need another It's loyalty and no dishonor I'm a Gunna Breaking rules when I wanna Making moves out the gutter We're celebrating, that's the day or mañana Kill ya, drama, assassin that's word to your mother Body bag, we may need another It's loyalty and no dishonor Yeah, you better recognize, bitch Micstro and King Book Jersey to the 502