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 shit 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