don’t i (feat. Gunna)

Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece

Pray to God he gon' touch a B

Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap

I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner

I'm still gon' be out if I die today

I come through cushion like a tidal wave

I got that shit on lock, don't I?

And I got your ***** on lock, don't I?

I got the **** make a toxic, don't I?

I got the shit make 'em plat, don't I?

I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin' Donda

I got to buy up the block, don't I?

I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?

And she got that little WAP, don't she?

I know how to hit a spot, don't I?

She addicted to my expensive aroma

At the stove makin' Rice-A-Roni

I don't take your advice you can show me

Had to put some privacy trees around the villa 'cause I know the neighbors too nosey

Turn twеnty-three then I poured up a eight in my soda 'causе I miss Kobe

Can't depend on you niggas I move like I'm Jigga, I get the Bs on my lonely

That internet trash, you a chatty pat

On a golf course, but I ain't got no caddy

I like when the head screwed I don't straight

I make sure you gon' eat with your own plate

Niggas talkin' that tough on the long shot

I told my lil' ***** how to take care of a nigga

I like when she text, "what you on, bae?"

A lot of these niggas talk shit but they ain't 'bout it

I ain't Lil Baby but I get four pockets full

Roddy pullin' up in the drop with the Woos

I want my ***** to have money like Oprah

You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her

Starter kit came with an outer space rover

She like the trap, goin' trap, goin' trap

So I flew her out and back to California

Ayy, draped my dog in that Jesus piece

Pray to God he gon' touch a B

Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap

I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner

I'm still gon' be out if I die today

I come through cushion like a tidal wave

I got that shit on lock, don't I?

And I got your ***** on lock, don't I?

I got the **** make a toxic, don't I?

I got the shit make 'em plat, don't I?

I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin' Donda

I got to buy up the block, don't I?

I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?

And she got that little WAP, don't she?

I know how to hit a spot, don't I?

She addicted to my expensive aroma

Gunna

Real geek'll turn your ***** to a stoner

We real P's, that's why your ***** pulled up on us

Don't fall with circles, we can never condone that

Ain't a ho but I came up off a corner

We ride the Rolls truck whenever I wanna

We count the rolls, I got new bigger pointers

[?] pretty toes, welcome to the Young Gunna

***** hot and wet, she remind me of a sauna

My car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger

Keep ice on my neck and my wrist like it's frozen

The doc tryna get the ******* out my colon

This shit startin' to sound like a hit, don't it?

**** all that cap, Gunna don't say some shit that won't, make you go turn up your clique, don't it?

All the time, I'm making sense, don't I?

I go buying with a fit, don't I?

I had [?] to this shit, don't I?

I'm inspired by the glist' of the wrist,

You'd do the same if you rich, don't I?

Sixty K for the bracelet,

Spent over three million with Elliot, no lie

Every state and every city sold out

Pick a target I'ma hit it, don't I?

Draped my dog in that Jesus piece

Pray to God he gon' touch a B

Charge four hundred 'cause the talk ain't cheap

I still got lil' niggas 'round that corner

I'm still gon' be out if I die today

I come through cushion like a tidal wave

I got that shit on lock, don't I?

And I got your ***** on lock, don't I?

I got the **** make a toxic, don't I?

I got the shit make 'em plat, don't I?

I was in Chi-Town with Ye makin' Donda

I got to buy up the block, don't I?

I got a lot of shit to pop, don't I?

And she got that little WAP, don't she?

I know how to hit a spot, don't I?

She addicted to my expensive aroma

This shit startingto sound like a hit, don't it?

Starter kit came with an outer space Rover

Car Neighborhood blue, the same color Kroger

You know she special, I'm picky and I chose her