THUGBABY - Justin Rarri, Gunna

Rip the pussy then heartbreak

Shorty eating salad that parsley

Put da bands on ya man watch the car shake

In the Louie V bag should be more cake

Bitch I be the nigga that they all hate

I aint ever finna listen what they all say

Count up big bread in Broadway

Said I dont regret them hard days

Essential gotta keep a ruger on hip nigga essential

I jus fucked cougar backseat of a rental

Fuckin wit me cuz really she think I be the answer

Wish a nigga would rolled em up in a pencil

2 dracos get em gone no silencio

Niggas leavin nun aint no evidential

Run the bag on em like oh Imma tax em

Ohh Imma tax em

Yeah

Nigga left home gotta gold Patek

Fucked the bitch once and I ain’t call her back

Way too rich, I’m hard to catch

Silly bitch sent me a horrible text

Wondering I don’t wanna argue back

Literally ain’t use to wearing heart in it

A lot of these rappers be starting crap

Niggas did some drugs can’t watch me

I took a hit still can’t stop me

But usually cut the tax on Roxi

Ain’t gang but I call em my possi

These pussies should be riding in a car seat

I’m in her pussy like Broccoli

Bitch lying got a nigga so salty

This cash got me fucking on barbies

Wanna adore me, hoe ain’t nun free

Nigga tried to screw like Bun B

Road to the riches ain’t nun sweet

The road to the riches ain’t nun sweet

The rocks coming in got love seats

The wap gotta double cup money

Rip the pussy then heartbreak

Shorty eating salad that parsley

Put da bands on ya man watch the car shake

In the Louie V bag should be more cake

Bitch I be the nigga that they all hate

I aint ever finna listen what they all say

Count up big bread in Broadway

Said I dont regret them hard days

Essential gotta keep a ruger on hip nigga essential

I jus fucked cougar backseat of a rental

Fuckin wit me cuz really she think I be the answer

Wish a nigga would Rolled em up in a pencil

2 dracos get em gone no silencio

Niggas leavin nun aint no evidential

Run the bag on em like oh Imma tax em

Ohh Imma tax em

Gotta bad bitch she act hella goofy tho

I dont bring her around me she talk alot

That my nigga he kno he dont act like hoe

Kno that im blowing up first and niggas not

And I kno they plottin I keep a glock

Rip that niggas that walked cross fire

Always back out my pole on a red light

Shorty askin if a nigga paranoid ouu woah

Moonwalkin @ 16 diamonds hittin boutta toosie slide while fuckin ya hoe

Told ya buddy dont text me nigga I be rollin off exotic finna get me out zone

My momma say she miss me told her I be trappin she be laughin bitches crying on

her phone

We gon prove when that fuck nigga step up

Bae dont judge me I smoke lotta pressure

I be high as fuck No niggas liking us your bitch just booked up telly inviting

us

And thats prolly why that fuck nigga mad

Know he better stay in his bag

In this quarantine season

Trappin for the weekend

Pointers hittin make a nigga start to blinking

Get to bussin if these niggas start to thinking

Kno that they watching

Rip the pussy then heartbreak

Shorty eating salad that parsley

Put da bands on ya man watch the car shake

In the Louie V bag should be more cake

Bitch I be the nigga that they all hate

I aint ever finna listen what they all say

Count up big bread in Broadway

Said I dont regret them hard days

Essential gotta keep a ruger on hip nigga essential

I jus fucked cougar backseat of a rental

Fuckin wit me cuz really she think I be the answer

Wish a nigga would Rolled em up in a pencil

2 dracos get em gone no silencio

Niggas leavin nun aint no evidential

Run the bag on em like oh Imma tax em

Ohh Imma tax em