Testo rodeo dr - Gunna
Testo della canzone rodeo dr (Gunna), tratta dall'album a Gift & a Curse
Yeah
And I'm right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
I see you sippin' Karo (yeah)
She with a P in LA at the condo
We 'bout to eat Maggiano's (yeah)
Helping the P out, so bring me them narcos
Thinkin' I should take the Bronco (yeah)
OJ (yeah), gotta go get it tomorrow
I'm sellin' 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 motto (yeah)
Somebody wan' talk out the side of his neck
I just let his BM come and swallow
Told my lil' brother we pullin' up spankin' everybody that thinkin' we foes
Don't do no explainin', don't know what you thinkin'
But you help a young Gunna grow
You add up the ten rings on both of my fingers
I paid like six hundred or more (yeah)
Gave out so many bands and bought so many bangers
You ask and the real ones know
I been puttin' that stuff on, showin' these boys how to dress
And get fresh and pull up with the dough (yeah)
Don't care 'bout nobody been sendin' me threats
On the West, I get love from the Locs (yeah)
Let me turn back around and go back to a cell
For somebody with internet jokes (yeah)
Still doin' it for Jeff and Lil Keed
And you know it's R.I.P. to the Pope (yeah)
And my heart covered in Chrome, damn, they just now rockin' Chrome
Gunna back up early morn', baddies passin' me robes (yeah)
Half you lil' spenders been doin' it wrong, I never talk on the phone (nah)
He a clout chaser, they wanna be known, mad that we didn't put 'em on (yeah)
And I'm right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
I see you sippin' Karo (yeah)
She with a P in LA at the condo
We 'bout to eat Maggiano's (yeah)
Helping the P out, so bring me them narcos
Thinkin' I should take the Bronco (yeah)
OJ (yeah), gotta go get it tomorrow
I'm sellin' 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 motto (yeah)
Somebody wan' 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 it, playa 'cause we goin' at it (yeah)
I know some homies locked up in the dungeon
That say they feel me like a fabric (yeah)
I know you heard I been pullin' up pressin'
These cowards who claimin' I ratted (yeah)
And been all on the yacht got me taking my shirt off
Look at it, my whole body tatted (yeah)
Got the T-Rex automatic
No, I ain't signed to Atlantic (nah)
Bulletproof truck and it's matted (yeah)
Ain't takin' shit else for granted (nah)
All this shit cost, it ain't nothin' for free in this streets
So, yeah, I gotta have it (yeah)
Yeah, it's the young Gunna Wunna
And I'm still the big P and a star like Dallas (yeah)
Back on the- Addy
One of my diamonds a Patek (yeah)
I think I got 'em the maddest
I'm dressin' up like a salad (yeah)
I sent his- (yeah)
I sent his BM the addy
She done pulled up with no panties
In my Los Angeles palace (yeah)
And I'm right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
I see you sippin' on Karo (yeah)
She with a P in LA at the condo
We 'bout to eat Maggiano's (yeah)
Helping the P out, so bring me them narcos
Thinkin' I should take the Bronco (yeah)
OJ (yeah), gotta go get it tomorrow
I'm sellin' 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 motto (yeah)
Somebody wan' talk out the side of his neck
I just let his BM come and swallow
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Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Angelo Ferraro, Florian Ongonga
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