Original subtitles

♪ ♪

♪ Scrooge McDuck, got one of my rooms ♪

♪ All flooded with gold ♪

♪ I done bought two, four, five, six ♪

♪ Seven, eight karats in stones ♪

♪ Cash on the California couch, can't wait to go dress my home ♪

♪ Smash all you itty-bitty rappers in a minute, I was tryna prolong ♪

♪ On the way to reachin' my goals, lot of doors open and close ♪

♪ I've been spendin' millions on clothes ♪

♪ I been makin' millions off clothes ♪

♪ Stackin' new money to old, garments stay vintage and old ♪

♪ Cut up my shirt full of holes, GunWunna got a lot of hoes ♪

♪ Shoutout my cousin, my cousin, my kin, my blood, my folk ♪

♪ Hold my team, now I plant the seed, give it water to grow ♪

♪ Half a million euros in a third-world country ♪

♪ I travel the coast ♪

♪ Always said that I wanted, young Wunna done done it ♪

♪ I do what they don't ♪

♪ They was tryna stunt my growth, I been steady chasin' my goals ♪

♪ Nigga, why you watchin'? ♪

♪ I'm grown, nigga can't take my throne ♪

♪ Goin' through the motions, stay strong ♪

♪ He done been him all along ♪

♪ Look at all this money we done grown ♪

♪ Lot of different places I done flown ♪

♪ Freaky lil' bitch, she swallow my kids ♪

♪ Pull up on the kid, she left her kid at home ♪

♪ It's 10 P.M. in Atlanta, where I'm at, it's four in the morning ♪

♪ Marbella, Spain and the view is insane ♪

♪ 'Round the corner from Jordan ♪

♪ Speed in the coupe, Jeff Gordon, I got the foreign imported ♪

♪ Knew that we sold out the Barclay' ♪

♪ Now we gon' sell out the Garden ♪

♪ Trap, I'ma fuck up the market, young Gunna really a martian ♪

♪ Excusin' me through like I'm pardoned ♪

♪ And I'm protected by carbons ♪

♪ They was tryna stunt my growth, I been steady chasin' my goals ♪

♪ Nigga, why you watchin'? ♪

♪ I'm grown, nigga can't take my throne ♪

♪ Goin' through the motions, stay strong ♪

♪ He done been him all along ♪

♪ Look at all this money we done grown ♪

♪ Lot of different places I done flown ♪

[cheering]

♪ On the way to reachin' my goals, lot of doors open and close ♪

♪ Goin' through the motions, stay strong ♪

♪ He done been him all along ♪

What's happening? Young Gunna in the building.

♪ ♪

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

Yeah.

Where you at?

You know this.

♪ One-of-one bitches, they tens ♪

♪ One of one, never again ♪

♪ Wun get the cake and the butter ♪

♪ I count it like hustle, the money all-in ♪

♪ Ride 'round the town in a drop-top coupe ♪

♪ And the motor in the trunk, you can hear it ♪

♪ Hearin' all about how they want me to lose ♪

♪ But I'm W, due for a win ♪

♪ Fuckin' this bitch in a orgy ♪

♪ I'm having a snow-bunny hold up her legs ♪

♪ Far from a dummy, I see how I'm coming ♪

♪ Don't tempt me, I'm right on the edge ♪

♪ Gettin' it since a youngin, I been had the shoe box of money ♪

♪ All under my bed ♪

♪ 2018, 'came a millionaire, made a career ♪

♪ Niggas thought I'd be dead ♪

♪ I'm getting cold, my body cold, I took a lil' X ♪

♪ I hit her one time, told her pull up again ♪

♪ Making that lil' pussy stretch ♪

♪ Give me some head in the back of the Benz ♪

♪ Grippin' the back of her neck ♪

♪ I went and put mirror tint on the tint ♪

♪ I wanna see the reflection ♪

♪ I'm the best dressed at the Met ♪

♪ The wave in her dress, I know how to dress ♪

♪ I turn the drip to a flex ♪

♪ I still got the check, I poke out my chest ♪

♪ I'm treatin' that lil' boy like my pets ♪

♪ I let the bitch use me for sex ♪

♪ I know that young Wunna a catch ♪

♪ Got one of one ice on a jet Yo ♪

♪ One-of-one bitches, they tens ♪

♪ One of one, never again ♪

♪ Wun get the cake and the butter, I count it like hustle ♪

♪ The money all-in ♪

♪ Ride 'round the town in a drop-top coupe ♪

♪ And the motor in the trunk, you can hear it ♪

♪ Hearin' all about how they want me to lose, but I'm W ♪

♪ Due for a win ♪

L.A., what's happening?

[cheering]

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, wassam? ♪

♪ They sent the wire through the WhatsApp ♪

♪ Hope ain't nobody to cuss at ♪

♪ Shit changed, but it still'll get pushed back ♪

♪ I drop, make these little niggas push back ♪

♪ I count up, just look at my contract ♪

♪ I'm cool, nigga, I don't want your contact ♪

♪ I know many men, they pray I don't win ♪

♪ I still gotta ride with the compact ♪

♪ I'm ridin' in the Cullinan, I used to want a Cutlass ♪

♪ I came a long way, that's a big fact ♪

♪ Big Gunna Wunna, yeah, big fact ♪

♪ Got your bitch checkin' in like a dispatch ♪

♪ Ain't 'bout money, I don't wanna chit-chat ♪

♪ I don't care if it gotta be a couple of years, still ♪

♪ I'm gon' get my lick back ♪

♪ You know where I came up, you know who I run with ♪

♪ My nigga, don't ever forget that ♪

♪ Been flooded the Range, been flooded the chains ♪

♪ And gave the kids drip, they remember that ♪

♪ I might beat the dope where a village at ♪

♪ I hop out that Maybach, jump on a jet ♪

♪ They false advertisin', they act like they want it ♪

♪ I gave it and they ain't even want it yet ♪

♪ It's VVS diamonds if I'ma go diamond ♪

♪ This chain like a Christmas ornament ♪

♪ This kid like my baby, he ever play crazy ♪

♪ I spank him and put him on punishment ♪

♪ But fuck that, look at my accomplishments ♪

♪ Let's check out my style, astonishin' ♪

♪ Yeah, wassam? ♪

♪ They sent the wire through the WhatsApp ♪

♪ Hope ain't nobody to cuss at ♪

♪ Shit changed, but it still'll get pushed back ♪

♪ I drop, make these little niggas push back ♪

♪ I count up, just look at my contract ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

Yeah.

You know this shit right here.

I want that middle.

Yeah.

♪ I got the swag, Prada them ♪

♪ Shawty havin' drip, proud of them ♪

♪ Boarded on the jet, out of here ♪

♪ 2024 our year ♪

♪ Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em ♪

♪ Steppin' on they necks, I'm really him ♪

♪ Louis leather vest, nigga trim ♪

♪ Running up a check, stackin' M's ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold on ♪

♪ I crop the top, Balenciaga ♪

♪ Put it in they face, Benihana ♪

♪ Fly to Abu Dhabi, spend a hundred ♪

♪ Shittin' like a potty, I ain't goin' under ♪

♪ Protected by sticks, I feel better ♪

♪ I see these boys got a vendetta ♪

♪ Better cuff your bitch, I'm gettin' at her ♪

♪ You ain't seein' Wunna 'cause the pen better ♪

♪ I'm smokin' on the 'Scott, Coretta ♪

♪ Pop a Percocet, help you feel better ♪

♪ I set the trend, I'm a trendsetter ♪

♪ I'm not a rat, still gettin' cheddar ♪

♪ Audemars wrist, timeless ♪

♪ Certified factory diamonds ♪

♪ I'm the young nigga goin' diamond ♪

♪ Prince, they call me Your Highness ♪

♪ Flip a nigga bitch, she tag-team shit ♪

♪ I'm passin' that ho, Matt Ryan ♪

♪ Cook up a hit like I'm whippin' a brick ♪

♪ I'm whippin' that shit like a Cayenne ♪

♪ I got the swag, Prada them ♪

♪ Shawty havin' drip, proud of them ♪

♪ Boarded on the jet, out of here ♪

♪ 2024 our year ♪

♪ Call paramedics, I'm killin' 'em ♪

♪ Steppin' on they necks, I'm really him ♪

♪ Louis leather vest, nigga trim ♪

♪ Running up a check, stackin' M's ♪

Yeah. Yeah.

[cheering]

♪ ♪

It's time to tee up.

Let's tee this motherfucker up, let's go.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jet ♪

♪ I'm 'bout to cash, I doubled the bet ♪

♪ My money stretch from south to the west ♪

♪ Lawyers the best, get home with a check ♪

♪ He done fucked up, put some dough on his head ♪

♪ Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs ♪

♪ Run this cash up, life a motherfuckin' trip ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Nigga fucked up tryna hide the bitch ♪

♪ Drum on the stick, on the side, a switch ♪

♪ Call up a lil' pretty vibe, pull up and let her massage the dick ♪

♪ Oh, that's your new ride? ♪

♪ We whippin' and swervin' all kind of shit ♪

♪ Whippin' and runnin', my little niggas pullin' up gunnin' ♪

♪ They hit what they tryna hit ♪

♪ Mouse started runnin', we shootin' rats right in they stomachs ♪

♪ And leave them inside a ditch ♪

♪ Ain't nothing funny, when you gotta break down an onion ♪

♪ It look like you fryin' a brick ♪

♪ Hit her on Sunday, she still wanna ask me for money ♪

♪ She gon' end up dyin' a bitch ♪

♪ Got me some hundreds and still gotta keep it one hundred ♪

♪ 'Cause these niggas counterfeit ♪

♪ We had the longest sex ♪

♪ Good pussy, bitch off of Bouldercrest ♪

♪ They thought Rolls was wrecked ♪

♪ Just like a real nigga, bouncin' it back ♪

♪ Make sure your nose ain't wet ♪

♪ He fell a victim, addicted to crack ♪

♪ I'm 'bout my Benjamins, check out my neck ♪

♪ All in my business, lil' bitch, just relax ♪

♪ She done got way too attached ♪

♪ Notice they mine 'cause they waists is snatched ♪

♪ Heard your lil' homie got whacked ♪

♪ We take a life, you ain't takin' one back ♪

♪ You goin' under attack ♪

♪ Let the whole world know the babies is back ♪

♪ Smith & Wess' hid in the dash ♪

♪ Crib in the backyard, a hundred-yard dash ♪

♪ Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets ♪

♪ I'm 'bout to cash, I doubled the bet ♪

♪ My money stretch from south to the west ♪

♪ Lawyers the best, get home with a check ♪

♪ He done fucked up, put some dough on his head ♪

♪ Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs ♪

♪ Run this cash up, life a motherfuckin' trip ♪

Let me hear you.

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

♪ Don't answer her calls ♪

♪ She sent me a text, won't answer her call ♪

♪ She love when I flex and shop in the mall ♪

♪ Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls ♪

♪ Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls ♪

♪ We speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the laws ♪

♪ VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark ♪

♪ It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall ♪

♪ Walk in with the drip, that Met Gala Ball ♪

♪ Shoot your shit up, I got accurate aim ♪

♪ Fucked up a few mil', now I'm back like I came ♪

♪ That boy say my name, I went ♪

♪ You know I don't crash, I just stay in my lane ♪

♪ Please don't compare, because we not the same ♪

♪ GunWun ain't no gimmick, ain't clownin' for fame ♪

♪ I trapped for a living and been had a name ♪

♪ Work hard for these clothes, cars, and watches and chains ♪

♪ Oh, man, Rolls-Royce got umbrellas ♪

♪ This whip for the rain ♪

♪ These folks done fucked up, let me slip in the game ♪

♪ This bitch let me fuck, this shit went to her brain ♪

♪ She know I'm a beast, and ain't easy to tame ♪

♪ She squirt on my sheets while I beat out her frame ♪

♪ Dozed off, woke back up, she still sayin' my name ♪

♪ In love with my life, and you wish we could trade ♪

♪ Yeah, she sent me a text, won't answer her call ♪

♪ She love when I flex and shop in the mall ♪

♪ Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls ♪

♪ Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls ♪

♪ We speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the laws ♪

♪ VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark ♪

♪ It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall ♪

♪ Walk in with the drip, that Met Gala Ball ♪

♪ Walk in with the drip like Met Gala Ball ♪

♪ Came in and she strip, her panties and all ♪

♪ Lip gloss on her lip, suck me like a Hall ♪

♪ A boss and a pimp, I bought me a ship ♪

♪ I walk with a limp, FN in my drawers ♪

♪ When she talk that shit, I put dick in her jaws ♪

♪ I hit and don't miss, ain't no win, lose, or draw ♪

♪ Hit and don't miss, ain't no win, lose, or draw ♪

♪ Came from Flat Shoals and Old Nat ♪

♪ On the South, in that back, you get whacked ♪

♪ Then get shot in your car ♪

♪ Why hell you think that I'm maxin'? ♪

♪ Relaxin' in mansions, no cappin' ♪

♪ 'Cause we had it hard ♪

♪ I ain't get this shit just from askin' ♪

♪ I made this shit happen and passion ♪

♪ It played a big part ♪

♪ I ain't get this bitch off of mackin' ♪

♪ It came off of actions and fashion and stay in accord ♪

♪ She sent me a text, won't answer her call ♪

♪ She love when I flex and shop in the mall ♪

♪ Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls ♪

♪ Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my balls ♪

♪ We speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the laws ♪

♪ VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark ♪

♪ It's easy to slip, don't want you to fall ♪

♪ Walk in with the drip, that Met Gala Ball ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

I want the right side first.

I want the right side first.

♪ Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes ♪

♪ Hop off a jet, barely get rest ♪

♪ Cash through the month, I get a check ♪

♪ Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest ♪

♪ Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess ♪

♪ I eat her flesh, you know the rest ♪

♪ Count up a hun', cop a Rolex ♪

♪ Shine like the sun, you truly blessed ♪

♪ Two-tone Patek ♪

♪ In The Clearport like I Uber these jets ♪

♪ VVSs on me, got my Gucci shirt wet ♪

♪ Put an M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks ♪

♪ I went to school where they teach you finesse ♪

♪ Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest ♪

♪ I'm the bossman, I keep cash in the desk ♪

♪ Know the coupe fast when it end with an "S" ♪

♪ Now that I'm home, back off the road ♪

♪ We shut it down where it ain't so ♪

♪ With checks in the streets, Jay number 4s ♪

♪ Saint Laurent feet, put it on toes ♪

♪ Take it with me, double your dose ♪

♪ Covered with angels that's watchin' my soul ♪

♪ Jet got a bed, it's bigger windows ♪

♪ Okay, okay, okay, here we go ♪

♪ I feel like I'm chosen, I'm covered in gold ♪

♪ Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm ♪

♪ Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm ♪

♪ I left her wide open, no self control ♪

Here we go.

♪ Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm ♪

♪ Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm ♪

♪ Took nothin' but five minutes, she hopped in and drove ♪

♪ Mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-hmm-mmm ♪

♪ Ice on my neck, flawless baguettes ♪

♪ Hop off a jet, barely get rest ♪

♪ Cash through the month, I get a check ♪

♪ Yves Saint Laurent on my pants and my chest ♪

♪ Chanel, her dress, clean up her mess ♪

♪ I eat her flesh, you know the rest ♪

♪ Count up a hun', cop a Rolex ♪

♪ Shine like the sun, you truly blessed ♪

♪ Two-tone Pateks ♪

♪ In The Clearport like I Uber the jets ♪

♪ VVSs on me, got my Gucci shirt wet ♪

♪ It's an M in my bag, gon' get used to these racks ♪

♪ I went to school where they teach you finesse ♪

♪ Five hundred shoes for the drip, I invest ♪

♪ I'm the bossman, I keep cash in the desk ♪

♪ Know the coupe fast when it end with an "S" ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[cheering]

Hey, where my day one Gunna fans at in this motherfucker?

Where my day one Gunna fans at?

Yeah.

♪ Turn it up ♪

♪ Tu-turn it in the headphones ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, yeah-eah-eah ♪

♪ I can't be a regular pedestrian ♪

♪ I got on my grind, ain't no more stressing ♪

♪ Can't nobody stop me from my blessings ♪

♪ Rock the finest, got designer on my headband ♪

♪ Can we have a threesome with your best friend? ♪

♪ She sucked it quick, didn't have no time to cut on Netflix ♪

♪ Gotta watch these bitches, shit be hectic ♪

♪ Can't let no nigga trick me off my exit ♪

♪ Stars on my Air Forces, these Givenchy ♪

♪ Kill you like abortion, leave your head cracked ♪

♪ Burn this mile like rubber on the Hellcat ♪

♪ No I work my muscle all day, I'm carrying cash ♪

♪ Slap the hundred round drum in the Kel-Tec ♪

♪ Double cup filled with mud, I sip real red ♪

♪ Bank robbing got my cuz fifteen years fed ♪

♪ He a solid get money nigga with a hard head ♪

♪ Stacking these loaves of bread, I want more and more ♪

♪ My bitch showed me a bag, cost some hunchos ♪

♪ Double-0-7 coupe, stash console ♪

♪ On the road cashing these checks like I four-four ♪

♪ I can't be a regular pedestrian ♪

♪ I got on my grind, ain't no more stressing ♪

♪ Can't nobody stop me from my blessings ♪

♪ Find the finest, got designer on my headband ♪

♪ Can we have a threesome with your best friend? ♪

♪ She sucked it quick, didn't have no time to cut on Netflix ♪

♪ Gotta watch these bitches, shit be hectic ♪

♪ Can't let no nigga trick me off my exit ♪

Hold on.

♪ I took a pill yesterday and I'm still high ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Take a private plane for a lift, yeah ♪

♪ I took a pill yesterday and I'm still high ♪

♪ Take a private plane for a lift, yeah ♪

One more time.

♪ I can't be a regular pedestrian ♪

♪ I got on my grind, ain't no more stressing ♪

♪ Can't nobody stop me from my blessings ♪

♪ Find the finest, got designer on my headband ♪

♪ Can we have a threesome with your best friend? ♪

♪ She sucked it quick, didn't have no time to cut on Netflix ♪

♪ Gotta watch these bitches, shit be hectic ♪

♪ Can't let no nigga trick me off my exit ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

♪ Every other night, another dollar gettin' made ♪

♪ Every other night started with a good day ♪

♪ I feel like a child, I got boogers in the face ♪

♪ Diamonds dancin' in the dial like this shit is a parade ♪

♪ I don't want your chain, Young GonWunna not a slave ♪

♪ I had to draw the line, too many bitches gettin' saved ♪

♪ TSA harass me, so I took a private plane ♪

♪ These pussy niggas lackin', why I'm workin' on my aim ♪

♪ Drip too hard, charge it to the card ♪

♪ Designer to the ground, I can barely spell the names ♪

♪ Drip too hard, caution on the floor ♪

♪ You gon' fuck around and drown tryna ride a nigga wave ♪

♪ Drip too hard, don't stand too close ♪

♪ You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave ♪

♪ Doin' all these shows, I've been on the road ♪

♪ I don't care where I go, long as I get paid ♪

♪ Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind ♪

♪ Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed ♪

♪ Do this all the time, this ain't no surprise ♪

♪ Every other night, another movie gettin' made ♪

♪ Drip too hard, don't stand too close ♪

♪ You gon' fuck around and drown off this wave ♪

♪ Doin' all these shows, I've been on the road ♪

♪ I don't care where I go, long as I get paid ♪

♪ Bad lil' vibe, she been on my mind ♪

♪ Soon as I get back, she gettin' slayed ♪

♪ Do this all the time, this ain't no surprise ♪

♪ Every other night, another movie gettin' made ♪

[cheering]

Hey, who in here heard about an album called "A Gift & A Curse?"

[cheering]

Let's see.

♪ ♪

♪ I don't know no more, I don't know no more ♪

♪ I can't put my finger on it, I don't know the code ♪

♪ We was never used to money, they don't know how to ball ♪

♪ They lookin' for me, they don't know I'm buildin' a wall ♪

♪ Duckin' the law, I ain't trustin' no one at all ♪

♪ I know that when you shine they wish some days will be dark ♪

♪ And I know there be a time you really show who you are ♪

♪ We burned the bridge and cut the ties and we forever apart ♪

♪ I'm done with all these foes on my soul, just forget 'em ♪

♪ Ten months without no syrup ♪

♪ Ain't no more codeine in my liver ♪

♪ Why men actin' like girls ♪

♪ Talkin' to niggas like they sisters? ♪

♪ And if you wanna roll you can go on the road with 'em ♪

♪ Lookin' through that peephole, better hope it ain't a hitter ♪

♪ I could do it on my own, don't wanna fuck with niggas ♪

♪ Got a big brother that loved me, a stone cold killer ♪

♪ If it's family, that mean the love is never ever endin' ♪

♪ I don't know no more, I don't know no more ♪

♪ I can't put my finger on it, I don't know the code ♪

♪ We was never used to money, they don't know how to ball ♪

♪ They lookin' for me, they don't know I'm buildin' a wall ♪

♪ Duckin' the law, I ain't trustin' no one at all ♪

♪ I know that when you shine they wish some days will be dark ♪

♪ And I know there be a time you really show who you are ♪

♪ We burned the bridge and cut the ties and we forever apart ♪

♪ We burned the bridge and cut the ties and we forever apart ♪

♪ And I know there be a time you really show who you are ♪

♪ We was never used to money, they don't know how to ball ♪

♪ They lookin' for me, let them know I'm buildin' a wall ♪

♪ I know that when you shine ♪

♪ I know that when you shine ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

[cheering]

♪ No rap cap ♪

♪ I'm dripping like hot sauce ♪

♪ I got drank and it's clean raw ♪

♪ Baby give me that mean mouth ♪

♪ Hit that pussy like golf ball ♪

♪ I can do this without y'all ♪

♪ Call the Locs, I go loco ♪

♪ I go back to the traphouse ♪

♪ Break the bricks and the bales down ♪

♪ Cashing in and I cash out ♪

♪ Turn that shit to a stash house ♪

♪ I ain't taking no handouts ♪

♪ Money calling, I'm en route ♪

♪ Fuck them niggas, they bend down ♪

♪ Blow a bag when I'm in town ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ They say, "Gunna, you the best" ♪

♪ I done went and got a check ♪

♪ I'm about to flex ♪

♪ It's an Audemars Piguet ♪

♪ Rocking diamonds, I'm wet ♪

♪ I got water 'round my neck ♪

♪ I done start to worry less ♪

♪ Went and bought my bitch a Lexus ♪

♪ Hi-Tech my fresh ♪

♪ Niggas sending me threats ♪

♪ I done bought another vest ♪

♪ I'm protecting my flesh ♪

♪ Nigga, pardon my back ♪

♪ Fendi fur on my hat ♪

♪ I don't hang wit' no rats ♪

♪ I could never get attached ♪

♪ What you got? Got Chanel, I can see now ♪

♪ I got back on my feet now ♪

♪ I can take care my team now ♪

♪ I'ma hold my whole team down ♪

♪ Niggas hate, I don't see how ♪

♪ Made it out of the damn south ♪

♪ And I don't even know how ♪

♪ 'Bout to pull me a Benz out ♪

♪ I took the top off ♪

♪ I'm dripping like hot sauce ♪

♪ I got drank and it's clean raw ♪

♪ Baby give me that mean mouth ♪

♪ Hit that pussy like golf ball ♪

♪ I can do this without y'all ♪

♪ Call the Locs, I go loco ♪

♪ I go back to the traphouse ♪

♪ Break the bricks and the bales down ♪

♪ Cashing in and I cash out ♪

♪ Turn that shit to a stash house ♪

♪ I ain't taking no handouts ♪

♪ Money calling, I'm en route ♪

♪ Fuck them niggas, they bend down ♪

♪ Blow a bag when I'm in town ♪

♪ I'm just tryna stay in bounds ♪

♪ Ain't no milk I'm a cash cow ♪

♪ Gunna came with his own sound ♪

♪ You ain't stealing his flow now ♪

♪ Blowin' smoke and it's so loud ♪

♪ I been bringing these hoes out ♪

♪ Gunna get in his zone now ♪

♪ Eat the greens, salad ♪

♪ Yeah, nigga still rappin' ♪

♪ Racks got me relaxin' ♪

♪ Bought me a gold Patek ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm fly and I'm flashy ♪

♪ Yeah, nigga we havin' ♪

♪ Tell me your profession ♪

♪ I'm gang banging active ♪

♪ YSL legends ♪

♪ Got Chanel, I can see now ♪

♪ I got back on my feet now ♪

♪ I can take care my team now ♪

♪ I'ma hold my whole team down ♪

♪ Niggas hate, I don't see how ♪

♪ Made it out of the damn south ♪

♪ And I don't even know how ♪

♪ 'Bout to pull me a Benz out ♪

♪ I took the top off ♪

♪ I'm dripping like hot sauce ♪

♪ I got drank and it's clean raw ♪

♪ Baby give me that mean mouth ♪

♪ Hit that pussy like golf ball ♪

♪ I can do this without y'all ♪

♪ Call the Locs, I go loco ♪

♪ I go back to the traphouse ♪

♪ Break the bricks and the bales down ♪

♪ Cashing in and I cash out ♪

♪ Turn that shit to a stash house ♪

♪ I ain't taking no handouts ♪

♪ Money calling, I'm en route ♪

♪ Fuck them niggas, they bend down ♪

♪ Blow a bag when I'm in town ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[cheering]

Hey, where my ladies at in this motherfucker?

[cheering]

I hear you, this for you.

♪ ♪

[cheering]

All my ladies make some noise.

♪ She wanna go viral ♪

♪ Keep fuckin' for hours ♪

♪ That pussy got power, that pussy got power ♪

♪ She wet in the shower ♪

♪ That pussy gettin' louder ♪

♪ We ain't saying no vow ♪

♪ She ain't fuckin' no coward ♪

♪ I'm dickin' it deep ♪

♪ She wanna get geeked ♪

♪ She sniffin' that flour ♪

♪ We geekin' for hours ♪

♪ Get play as a player ♪

♪ That P get devoured ♪

♪ Told my brother, "She ours" ♪

♪ I'm comin', my baby, fuck it ♪

♪ I'll crocodile Birkin the baby ♪

♪ We don't take breaks, she wan' fuck on the daily ♪

♪ Had to stop, get some Percs for this lady ♪

♪ We go CC, make her wanna go crazy ♪

♪ I hit Mercedes inside a Mercedes ♪

♪ Power that P, got you poppin' in places ♪

♪ I'm giving her the D, I'm the D-boy, baby ♪

♪ I'm in her gut like a sit-up ♪

♪ I drop the dick off like a dealer ♪

♪ I left a few racks, pay your rent up ♪

♪ She make that lil' pussy pop like a pimple ♪

♪ I'm parking right here in the center ♪

♪ I tell her, "Pull up," she gon' mop all the drip up ♪

♪ That's why I upgraded her denture ♪

♪ In her mouth, in love with your dentals ♪

♪ We fuckin' for hours ♪

♪ That pussy got power, that pussy got power ♪

♪ She wet in the shower ♪

♪ That pussy gettin' louder ♪

♪ We ain't saying no vow ♪

♪ She fuckin' no coward ♪

♪ I'm dickin' it deep ♪

♪ She wanna get geeked ♪

♪ She sniffin' that flour ♪

♪ We geekin' for hours ♪

♪ Get play as a player ♪

♪ That P get devoured ♪

♪ Told my brother, "She ours" ♪

♪ Slatty ♪

♪ ♪

[cheering]

I told you I was gonna do for the ladies, right?

[cheering]

If you know this song, I need you to help me sing it.

What's up?

Let me hear you.

[cheering]

♪ She bankin' on me, I'm the bank ♪

♪ I smack her, she love to get spanked ♪

♪ I tackle her, bitch love to wrestle ♪

♪ Young bachelor, we love to play ♪

♪ Sun come out when I move the drapes ♪

♪ Know my mood when I grab your waist ♪

♪ Know you fuckin' a man that's made ♪

♪ Keep it lowkey, she ain't after fame ♪

♪ No, she ain't after fame ♪

♪ You ain't like that old ho I used to be fuckin' ♪

♪ You and her nothin' the same ♪

♪ Don't care 'bout no cuffin', you wanna keep bussin' ♪

♪ Then girl, let me know when you came ♪

♪ I love you in so many ways ♪

♪ Don't know why you never complain ♪

♪ With you, I can never be shamed ♪

♪ Mm, and I usually never say, "Never" ♪

♪ Oh shit, look at me today ♪

♪ Love your vibe, I don't need no sage ♪

♪ Clear coat and your car look glazed ♪

♪ Good sex, that ain't all we made ♪

♪ I don't wanna get tired of you ♪

♪ I'm in a bossy mood, we at the top and we got us a ocean view ♪

♪ I know I got it, I'm all in her body and nobody got a clue ♪

♪ We in a coupe pullin' up, board a private, a G5 for only two ♪

♪ I really like it, I wan' stay excited ♪

♪ Don't wanna get tired of you, ooh ♪

♪ Don't wanna get tired of you ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Don't wanna get tired of you ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Don't wanna get tired of you ♪

♪ You wake up and you wanna go shoppin' ♪

♪ Pick out a car, you got too many options ♪

♪ Bubblegum baby, yeah, you got it poppin' ♪

♪ Love what you do for the papi ♪

♪ Pelion, I'm all in her, mouthful, you suck it sloppy ♪

♪ You like the queen of the moppin' ♪

♪ Soon as I cum, she keep suckin' ♪

♪ I don't want her to stop it ♪

♪ Dick in, I'm breakin' her back and I'm strokin' ♪

♪ I see why they cause a commotion ♪

♪ Hittin' it, lookin' at views of the ocean ♪

♪ Her pussy wet as an ocean ♪

♪ Handle that business, I'm boss by the way I'm approachin' ♪

♪ Young Gunna Wunna, he chosen ♪

♪ East to the West, we just really been coastin' ♪

♪ Me and lil' baby in motion ♪

♪ I don't wanna get tired of you ♪

♪ I'm in a bossy mood, we at the top and we got us a ocean view ♪

♪ I know I got it, I'm all in her body and nobody got a clue ♪

♪ We in a coupe pullin' up, board a private, a G5 for only two ♪

♪ I really like it, I wan' stay excited ♪

♪ Don't wanna get tired of you, ooh ♪

♪ Don't wanna get tired of you ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Don't wanna get tired of you ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ♪

♪ Don't wanna get tired of you ♪

[cheering]

♪ Don't wanna get tired of you, ooh ♪

♪ I don't wanna get tired of you ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Don't wanna get tired of you Ooh ♪

♪ I don't wanna get tired of you ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

Hey, I got my mama in the crowd today.

And this her favorite song, so...

I gotta perform this. I got to.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

I love you mama.

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I was just thinkin' 'bout the times I was hard-headed ♪

♪ Thought it was right all along, I was misled ♪

♪ All this weight on my back feelin' so heavy ♪

♪ These boys claim they want war, well, I'm war-ready ♪

♪ I had to bake cake for the boy 'cause he playin' petty ♪

♪ I was so focused on the top and I'm still at it ♪

♪ They try to provoke me to stop, no, I won't, damn it ♪

♪ They want me to go back to the block, no, no, no ♪

♪ I done gained a whole lot of more opps, now I'm home ♪

♪ Niggas' nose all in mine, don't know how to mind they own ♪

♪ Twenty-three and one, how you feel when you alone? ♪

♪ That's four walls talkin' to you, tellin' you you gone ♪

♪ Only I done cried 'cause this feelin' for my bro ♪

♪ And you know my mind, you done watched that nigga grow ♪

♪ Know you hearin' the lies that your lil' brother might fold ♪

♪ Yeah, I had copped out, but don't let 'em say I told ♪

♪ No, I ain't you lil' boys, I'ma show you that I'm grown ♪

♪ Bulletproof the big toys, let me show you how we roll ♪

♪ Old niggas in my business, had to tell 'em tuck they nose ♪

♪ You wack niggas can't get with this, I'm one hundred for sure ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

Hey, if you, um...

If you ever had somebody turn their back on you

then you know what this song feel like.

♪ I been this fucked up, you up and leave ♪

♪ Gave you everything you need ♪

♪ Then you turned your back on me, you don't know ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Sometimes I get upset and clench my teeth ♪

♪ I done made it out the streets ♪

♪ But I still ain't find my peace, where to go? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I get back on the road, this time, ain't pressin' the brakes ♪

♪ How dare you fix your lips with me ♪

♪ You don't know what it take ♪

♪ I'm out here on my own, they throwin' stones every day ♪

♪ My bitch in bed alone, I wanna sleep, but I can't ♪

♪ I'm only in control of me ♪

♪ That monkey on my back, he holdin' me ♪

♪ I made his life a breeze ♪

♪ You ain't have shit, I let you roll the weed ♪

♪ I pull up, park the Porsche, she hold the keys ♪

♪ I let her hold the keys ♪

♪ When I came home, I kept it low, they ain't even notice me ♪

♪ They kept on pokin', they ain't know they'd get the roguish me ♪

♪ I never knew one day that we'd agree to disagree ♪

♪ They got ho tendency, I don't want no sympathy ♪

♪ And I'm right back on my grind ♪

♪ I ain't wastin' no more time, no ♪

♪ This ain't just rhymes ♪

♪ I'm sayin' shit that's in my mind, yeah ♪

♪ I fed you, gave you shoes and clothes ♪

♪ And you just signed out ♪

♪ Stick by my side, ain't no need to tell me lies, oh ♪

♪ Been do or die, I'm gon' trust you gon' ride through it all ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I been this fucked up, you up and leave ♪

♪ Gave you everything you need ♪

♪ Then you turned your back on me, you don't know ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Sometimes I get upset and clench my teeth ♪

♪ I done made it out the streets ♪

♪ But I still ain't find my peace, where to go? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I heard the rumors sayin' I'm packin' up and flyin' out ♪

♪ We ain't goin' nowhere, I'm stayin' here, gon' fight it out ♪

♪ I been like, "Fuck it, let's just give these niggas all clout" ♪

♪ Goin' on for months and I just keep on seein' these dark clouds ♪

♪ I told myself it's gon' get greater, I don't know how ♪

♪ How ♪

♪ They don't make no noise when I'm around ♪

♪ Press up on them boys out of town ♪

♪ I need some blood, better send that boy to Red Cross ♪

♪ No, I ain't scared, I just hate to see you dead, dog ♪

♪ You talkin' fire when you know I really play it raw ♪

♪ We havin' problems, ain't no tellin' how they gon' be solved ♪

♪ Miss solitude, I'm out of state and I ain't talkin' calls ♪

♪ In my own shoes, I'm on the move and I ain't break it off ♪

♪ Look at these dudes crossin' they fingers, hopin' that I fall ♪

♪ I paid my dues, looked out for niggas that was supposed to ball ♪

♪ I realized I didn't read between the lines, oh ♪

♪ And I ain't blind, had to open up my eyes and see it all ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I keep gettin' high, it's been hard to ease my mind, oh ♪

♪ Been on this ride and they done told so many lies through it all ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I been this fucked up, you up and leave ♪

♪ Gave you everything you need ♪

♪ Then you turned your back on me, you don't know ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Sometimes I get upset and clench my teeth ♪

♪ I done made it out the streets ♪

♪ But I still ain't find my peace, where to go? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ I been this fucked up, you up and leave ♪

♪ Gave you everything you need ♪

♪ Then you turned your back on me, you don't know ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Sometimes I get upset and clench my teeth ♪

♪ I done made it out the streets ♪

♪ But I still ain't find my peace, where to go? ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

[cheering]

L.A., can we turn this motherfucker up one time?

[cheering]

Okay, cool, let's go.

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle ♪

♪ Cool quarter mill' in my Goyard duffle ♪

♪ I won again so you still gotta shuffle ♪

♪ Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle ♪

♪ Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals ♪

♪ I get me some head, she bend that shit over ♪

♪ They say lately I been lookin' like dollars ♪

♪ Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer ♪

♪ We ride in foreigns, ain't no more Impalas ♪

♪ They ain't have the new born but I got baby bottles ♪

♪ Shoppin' at Barney, I drip like a model ♪

♪ Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala ♪

♪ Codeine I sip with my lip, don't get splattered ♪

♪ Doctor told me I got lean in my bladder ♪

♪ Run through this cash like family don't matter ♪

♪ I got your back, feel the same pain together ♪

♪ Pop off the tag of my Palm Angels sweater ♪

♪ Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better ♪

♪ Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella ♪

♪ VVS damn they pointers in my bezel ♪

♪ We move too fast, it get slimy as ever ♪

♪ Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil ♪

♪ It's a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas ♪

♪ 2018 and that Porsche is Carrera ♪

♪ Goyard pouch ♪

♪ Racks in the quarter ounce ♪

♪ Two accounts ♪

♪ Large amounts ♪

♪ Shop around ♪

♪ Designered down ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Drip or drown ♪

♪ Drip or drown, yah ♪

♪ Killin' these hoes, need to call paramedics ♪

♪ New Fendi runners, I feel athletic ♪

♪ Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek ♪

♪ Blowin' this cash, it was times we ain't have it ♪

♪ Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage ♪

♪ Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid ♪

♪ Pourin' this Hi-Tech, I'm sippin', relaxin' ♪

♪ Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin' the baddest ♪

♪ FN ain't plastic, put him in a casket ♪

♪ I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin ♪

♪ Got an addiction, in love with this fashion ♪

♪ Prayin' for all of my bros like we Catholic ♪

♪ Lifetime of hats 'cause you always be cappin' ♪

♪ Niggas ain't eatin', stop cappin', you ain't fastin' ♪

♪ Can't get no sleep 'cause my life is all action ♪

♪ See how shit happened, I made it in rappin' ♪

♪ Goyard pouch ♪

♪ Racks in the quarter ounce ♪

♪ Two accounts ♪

♪ Large amounts ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Shop around ♪

♪ Designered down ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Drip or drown ♪

♪ Drip or drown ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

♪ Wheezy outta here ♪

♪ Hot, hot, hot, hot ♪

♪ Hot, hot, hot, hot ♪

♪ Hot, hot, hot, hot ♪

♪ Hot, hot, hot, hot ♪

♪ Everything litty, I love when it's hot ♪

♪ Turned up the city, I broke off the notch ♪

♪ Got some more millis, I keep me a knot ♪

♪ I created history and made me a lot ♪

♪ He tried to diss me and ended on Fox ♪

♪ We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop ♪

♪ Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop ♪

♪ I run it like Nike, we got it on lock ♪

♪ Cartier eye ♪

♪ I'm the bossman in a suit but no tie ♪

♪ I can't be sober, I gotta stay high ♪

♪ Pour me some syrup in a Canada Dry ♪

♪ Ridin' in the spaceship like Bonnie and Clyde ♪

♪ Don't worry, baby, I keep me some fire ♪

♪ Shenenehs and Birkins, she cannot decide ♪

♪ The latest Mercedes her go-to surprise ♪

♪ Don't sleep on miss lady, her pussy a prize ♪

♪ Dick in her back while I'm grippin' her sides ♪

♪ Bigger Maybach, this ain't regular size ♪

♪ We really fly, we like pelican glide ♪

♪ Bitch, you ain't slick, I can tell the disguise ♪

♪ Upgraded my wrist, put baguettes in that Sky ♪

♪ She sing, I might sign her and change her whole life ♪

♪ I told her to gargle and work on her highs ♪

♪ Everything litty, I love when it's hot ♪

♪ Turned up the city, I broke off the notch ♪

♪ Got some more millis, I keep me a knot ♪

♪ I created history and made me a lot ♪

♪ He tried to diss me and ended on Fox ♪

♪ We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop ♪

♪ Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop ♪

♪ I run it like Nike, we got it on lock ♪

♪ ♪

Oh, okay.

Yeah, oh, okay.

Oh, okay.

What you got? What you got?

♪ Audemar wrist, count it then spend it ♪

♪ Matted the coupe, my windows tinted ♪

♪ Chop off the top, headed to Lenox ♪

♪ I got some cash, I wanna spend it ♪

♪ New paper tag, didn't wanna rent it ♪

♪ Too many feds, too many bitches ♪

♪ Roll with my slime, yeah, that my lizard ♪

♪ Ready to slide, you will get slithered ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ We ain't got ties, you ain't gon' ride ♪

♪ You ain't my slime, you ain't my slime ♪

♪ Young Gunna Gunna, I'm in my prime ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ So authentic, I ain't tellin' you lies ♪

♪ When it comes to business, I'm handling mine ♪

♪ Yeah, I'ma kingface Patek my time ♪

♪ Pinstripe Gucci my pants ♪

♪ She can suck dick with no hands ♪

♪ I done spent some racks on my fam ♪

♪ Spaceship on land ♪

♪ Fear of God Vans ♪

♪ Another pint of red ♪

♪ Drank it to the head ♪

♪ Got two styrofoams ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm sippin' these meds ♪

♪ Two-tone Presi' Rolex ♪

♪ Yeah, this drip you can't catch ♪

♪ Simon says do what I said ♪

♪ Cuban link chokin' my neck ♪

♪ YSL Uber these jets ♪

♪ Put 'em in some VVS ♪

♪ Count it then spend it ♪

♪ Matted the coupe, my windows tinted ♪

♪ Chop off the top, headed to Lenox ♪

♪ I got some cash, I wanna spend it ♪

♪ New paper tag, didn't wanna rent it ♪

♪ Too many feds, too many bitches ♪

♪ Roll with my slime, yeah, that my lizard ♪

♪ Ready to slide, you will get slithered ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ We ain't got ties, you ain't gon' ride ♪

♪ You ain't my slime, you ain't my slime ♪

♪ Young Gunna Gunna, I'm in my prime ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ So authentic, I ain't tellin' you lies ♪

♪ When it comes to business, I'm handling mine ♪

♪ Yeah, I'ma kingface Patek my time ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Pushin' P ♪

♪ Yeah, pushin' P, turn me up ♪

♪ Turn me up, P, uh-ah ♪

♪ Pointers in the Patek and my piece, I'm pushin' P ♪

♪ Copped new hammers for my P, we don't want no peace ♪

♪ Got a spot across the spot, for who? ♪

♪ Just for P's ♪

♪ Dropped the dot and then we plot, exotic P's ♪

♪ Yeah, she not a lesbian, for P, she turn Pesbian ♪

♪ Pushin' P, I'm pushing P ♪

♪ Off capital P, I rock these presidents, count presidents ♪

♪ Portuguese on her knees, moppin' down the P ♪

♪ She let me squeeze, then she leave 'cause she keep it P ♪

♪ Private suite, private seat, bitch, I'm pushin' P ♪

♪ Purple pint, pussy pink, bitch, I'm pushin' P ♪

♪ Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P ♪

♪ You pushin' P? I'm pushin' P ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Pushin' P, I'm pushin' P ♪

♪ You pushin' P? I'm pushin' P ♪

♪ I push P ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Hold on, pop a P, I'm paranoid, I can't sleep ♪

♪ My pockets deep, got racks on me ♪

♪ Why they watchin' me? ♪

♪ I'm pushin' P, I'm pushin' P ♪

♪ You pushin' P? I'm pushin' P, yeah ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

Put your middle fingers up.

Put your middle fingers up!

♪ Fuck you mean? ♪

♪ Young Gunna Wunna back, callin' me splurge ♪

♪ Watch me jump right off the curb ♪

♪ Bentley Spur fly like a bird ♪

♪ Spin on the first and the third ♪

♪ Solid, I'm keepin' my word ♪

♪ Can't be my equal, I don't know what you heard ♪

♪ Crank up the foreign, I swerve ♪

♪ Keep me a stick if they purge ♪

♪ Fuck you mean? ♪

♪ Young Gunna Wunna, they workin' my nerves ♪

♪ I'm about to pour up some syrup ♪

♪ Fucking this bitch like a perv' ♪

♪ Smack from the back, grab her perm ♪

♪ Ice, the berg, uh, shittin' on all you lil' turds ♪

♪ Can't take that dick, wait your turn ♪

♪ In my own lane, we can't merge ♪

♪ Suck with no hands, you can learn ♪

♪ Let's see how much you can earn ♪

♪ Watch me go big like the Worm ♪

♪ And I ain't smokin' no sherm ♪

♪ I'm in this bitch with P Liity ♪

♪ QP, QP-ski ♪

♪ All of my bitches is pretty, they showin' they titties ♪

♪ It's up to the ceilin' ♪

♪ I let her run through a million ♪

♪ I rock with her really, let's fuck on a billion ♪

♪ I'ma get down to the gritty ♪

♪ Then fuck up the city, the home of the villains ♪

♪ Ecstasy, wonderful feelin' ♪

♪ Smoke out the pound when I'm chillin' ♪

♪ Trappin', I made me a killin' ♪

♪ Look, I got everybody wishin' ♪

♪ I hope you play your position ♪

♪ I don't want nobody listenin' ♪

♪ I see the ho with precision ♪

♪ Get rich my only decision ♪

♪ Young Gunna Wunna back, callin' me splurge ♪

♪ Watch me jump right off the curb ♪

♪ Bentley Spur fly like a bird ♪

♪ Spin on the first and the third ♪

♪ Solid, I'm keepin' my word ♪

♪ Can't be my equal, I don't know what you heard ♪

♪ Crank up the foreign, I swerve ♪

♪ Keep me a stick if they purge ♪

♪ Fuck you mean? ♪

♪ Fuck you mean? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[cheering]

- ♪ ♪ -♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And I'm right back on Rodeo ♪

♪ Still got some boys on the payroll ♪

♪ You niggas still sippin' Karo ♪

♪ She with a P in L.A. at the condo ♪

♪ We 'bout to eat Maggiano's ♪

♪ Helpin' the P out, so bring me them narcos ♪

♪ Thinkin' I should take the Bronco ♪

♪ OJ, gotta go get it tomorrow ♪

♪ I'm sellin' out The Apollo, inside my body is hollow ♪

♪ Count up them racks, get your folks out the ghetto ♪

♪ You know that was always the motto ♪

♪ If a nigga wan' talk out the side of his neck ♪

♪ I just let his BM come and swallow ♪

[cheering]

♪ ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Goin' all out when it's 'bout that bread and butter ♪

♪ They'll kill for clout, I put that on my dead brother, yeah ♪

♪ He talk so much, I showed him I'm a real hunter ♪

♪ Won't say it, but he know I still got real cutters, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm right back and I lost mad commas ♪

♪ I had been down bad inside a dark tunnel, yeah ♪

♪ Fuck them boys, I found out who my real partners ♪

♪ And who was only with me 'cause I had dollars ♪

♪ Never fucked a nigga, always stayed solid ♪

♪ Kept it real with niggas, never lied and always stay honest ♪

♪ Love my bro so much, I'd never change on 'em ♪

♪ I'm the one to go and do the work, bring you the damn profits ♪

♪ Hustled on my own, I always did know how to sell product ♪

♪ Nigga ain't gave me shit, I grind so long ♪

♪ Came from the damn bottom ♪

♪ Every nigga speakin' on my name could have some real problems ♪

♪ We are not the same, they ain't in my lane ♪

♪ I got my own column, yeah ♪

♪ Peepin' shit, I'm seein' niggas fall back ♪

♪ You bitch-ass niggas got me as the topic of the chat ♪

♪ You switched on me when you know you in business with a rat ♪

♪ And the boy that's like your brother ♪

♪ Ain't nobody speak on that ♪

♪ The city see it clearly if I had to state a fact ♪

♪ You still fuck with a nigga that done got yo' partner ♪

♪ Heard these niggas talkin', only knew 'em 'cause of Slatt ♪

♪ These rap boys need more streams ♪

♪ Heard he put my name on wax ♪

♪ You wouldn't even believe, I ain't had to watch my back ♪

♪ It's niggas really talkin', how you think we done got snatched? ♪

♪ Nobody kite me shit, I sent it wrong way, didn't get it back ♪

♪ This shit done got off track, let's get it back on track ♪

♪ Goin' all out when it's 'bout that bread and butter ♪

♪ They'll kill for clout, I put that on my dead brother, yeah ♪

♪ He talk so much, I showed him I'm a real hunter ♪

♪ Won't say it, but he know I still got real cutters, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm right back and I lost mad commas ♪

♪ I had been down bad inside a dark tunnel, yeah ♪

♪ Fuck them boys, I found out who my real partners ♪

♪ And who was only with me 'cause I had dollars, yeah ♪

♪ Fuck I paid the lawyers all them mills for? ♪

♪ Just so I won't have to say a word to dodge a railroad ♪

♪ Niggas find it hard to understand, though ♪

♪ Dawg ain't put me down ♪

♪ I been locked down, I don't know which way to go ♪

♪ Never gave no statement or agree to take no stand on 'em ♪

♪ On whatever you niggas on and trust me, I'ma stand on it ♪

♪ Lawyers and the DA did some sneaky shit, I fell for it ♪

♪ On my Ps and Qs because this time, I be prepared for it, yeah ♪

♪ 'Posed to shine, these niggas throwin' shade, though ♪

♪ I can get him hit, but I'ma just chill and just see how it go ♪

♪ Buddy say he want some smoke with me, ain't in my time zone ♪

♪ Any given day, I could just pop out one of them side doors ♪

♪ Gunna, he too slick, you ain't gon' know which way I play it ♪

♪ Shit too hot, I can't even put no money on your head ♪

♪ Pullin' up, pop out, like, "What the fuck you niggas said?" ♪

♪ Ain't with all that talkin' ♪

♪ This the last time I'ma say it, yeah ♪

♪ Probably think I'm sick, the way I keep poppin' these meds ♪

♪ I finally found out that's just the way the devil dance ♪

♪ Had too many niggas 'round I fed that bit my hand ♪

♪ I got too many folks to feed, you just don't understand, yeah ♪

♪ Goin' all out when it's 'bout that bread and butter ♪

♪ They'll kill for clout, I put that on my dead brother, yeah ♪

♪ He talk so much, I showed him I'm a real hunter ♪

♪ Won't say it, but he know I still got real cutters, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm right back and I lost mad commas ♪

♪ I had been down bad inside a dark tunnel, yeah ♪

♪ Fuck them boys, I found out who my real partners ♪

♪ And who was only with me 'cause I had dollars, yeah ♪

♪ Who was only with me 'cause I had dollars, yeah ♪

♪ Who was only with me 'cause I had dollars, yeah ♪

♪ Who was only with me 'cause I had dollars, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

[cheering]

L.A., I just want to tell you,

you know, anything you want, any goal you set in life,

you can reach it, all you got to do is manifest it.

I swear to God.

[cheering]

♪ ♪

♪ Everything I've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for my life ♪

Who know this song right here?

♪ Everything you've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for your life ♪

♪ Everything I've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for my life ♪

♪ Everything you've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for your life ♪

♪ Oh-ooh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Ooh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ This year, blessings ♪

♪ Money, testimony ♪

♪ Go, dey follow, follow ♪

♪ Follow, follow, follow you dey go ♪

♪ This year, good news ♪

♪ Jaiye, plenty balling ♪

♪ Go, dey follow, follow ♪

♪ Follow, follow, follow, follow ♪

♪ Follow, follow, follow you dey go ♪

♪ Everything I've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for my life ♪

♪ Everything you've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for your life ♪

♪ Everything you've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for your life ♪

♪ Everything you've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for your life ♪

♪ No stress, much less ♪

♪ Start from nothing ♪

♪ Life's hard, still blessed ♪

♪ A walking testimony ♪

♪ Feel lost, still blessed ♪

♪ I stretch, touch the money ♪

♪ Then I follow, follow Follow, follow, follow, follow ♪

♪ They say, "Young GunWunna is the G.O.A.T." ♪

♪ Yo, yo, yo, yo ♪

♪ Planted me a seed and watched it grow ♪

♪ Travel overseas and cross the globe ♪

♪ Grinding to survive is all I know, oh ♪

♪ Manifesting, reaching all my goals ♪

♪ Talked to God, it's out of my control ♪

♪ I will never, ever sell my soul, oh ♪

♪ Everything you've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for your life ♪

♪ Everything you've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for your life ♪

♪ Everything you've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for your life ♪

♪ Everything you've been wanting ♪

♪ Manifesting for you life ♪

♪ Everything you've been wanting ♪

♪ This year, blessings ♪

♪ Money, testimony ♪

♪ Go, dey follow, follow ♪

♪ Follow, follow ♪

♪ Follow, follow, follow, you dey go ♪

♪ This year, good news ♪

♪ Jaiye, plenty money ♪

♪ Go, dey follow, follow ♪

♪ Follow, follow ♪

♪ Follow, follow, follow you dey go ♪

[cheering]

L.A., I go by the name Young Gunna,

and I appreciate every one of y'all showing me love tonight.

Love for life. I'll see y'all soon

Thank y'all.

[cheering]