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Gunna - Award [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

(My nigga, Wheezy, you know what I'm sayin') I took that drip all the way cross the border That two-door Maybach shit that came with some stars I stood on this shit, I don't get an award All the new whips comin' with a push-start I don't fear shit, but I rock Fear of God Took the spaceship and I landed on Mars, ah Oh, Wheezy the wave, need a board, yeah You rich when you make it on Forbes, yeah We winnin', stop checkin' the score, yeah We can live with no warning Spur of the moment But it's war if you want it Get too much of this money, buyin' too many guns, they treat me like a god Too many keys to these exotic cars Too many freaks, I been fuckin' a foreign If you niggas fly then I must be airborne Won't pay you no mind and they gon' pay me more Hopped in the coupe, let the Tesla charge I keep the strap 'cause I really be knownin' I can't imagine my family poor But I can see my mama in Dior We walk inside and they closin' the store You niggas ain't drippin' like Gunna the boy Geekin' up and it's already a sport Jeep and it's clanging, the engine it roaring Fiending so much, I don't know what to pour In middle school when I jumped off the porch Good in the hood, had to dodge all the narcs I made it out, gotta live with some scars Protectin' your family, you gotta go hard The way my drip set, that shit come with a scar I took that drip all the way cross the border That two-door Maybach should've came with some stars I stood on this shit, I don't get an award All the new whips comin' with a push-start I don't fear shit, but I rock Fear of God Took the spaceship and I landed on Mars, ah Wheezy wave, I got a board Balmain jeans cut like a sword I'm drippin' sauce like it's sore I'm one of the owners Car not a loaner I want carats and pointers I really fuck with lil' shawty, I pay for whatever she order My brothers get jammed, we cash out on the lawyers Gunna always have your back like a spoiler Some happen, I gotta look out for your daughter You cappin', I'm rappin' my shit, you ignorin' Saving the profit, our business is growin' They felt sunny days and they wish for a storm Fly in the sky, young nigga airborne Wiring account, money come in all sorts I really trapped out that Honda Accord My chopper my pillow when I'm in the war Blue hundreds my reason, lil' nigga, what's yours? She tell me she cummin', I'm strokin' it more Thinkin' that time we go big like the Hulk Feel me, you thought I wouldn't make it at all Get rich and I still gotta duck all the law Shut the fuck up, I don't need you to talk I ran up the millions just watching you walk You never gon' win when you droppin' the salt I took that drip all the way cross the border That two-door Maybach should've came with some stars I stood on this shit, I don't get an award All the new whips comin' with a push-start I don't fear shit, but I rock Fear of God Took the spaceship and I landed on Mars, ah
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