Gunna — Sins

[Intro] (Billboard Hitmakers) Lord forgive me for my sins-in-ins-in-in-in [Chorus] Lord please forgive me for my sins Did so much shit I can’t repent I put some more diamonds in my wrist Look at the time a nigga spent I’m cashin’ out, I don’t want no rent I spend like a diamond when we in Fifths They can’t see the Tom Ford on my lens I sip me some syrup and pop a ten [Verse 1] Wanna know how much money we gettin’? Told these niggas imma trap again Get them bales, them bitches traffickin’ Hit my line my nigga, pack is in Imma rack em’, stack em’ by the ten We rockin’ Rollie’s, servin’ out a Benz You police trippin, person shot again They took his life and hung him by the rim Man they need to stop it You know goin’ outside ain’t an option Imma pull out that fire and start poppin’ Imma whip at that cat when I got it My new bitch is [?], exotic I’m far from a cop, but I still cop it These haters scrolin’, clickin’, still watchin’ Easter Pink, now I’m pill poppin’ I pop a pint and pour it in the soda Pussy police wanna pull me over I’m young, I’m black, I’m rich, I drive a Rover I book a show, this shit is over the code They don’t wanna see you be an owner Had to separate and be a loner Ain’t trying see the cap like a Coca-Cola [Chorus] Lord please forgive me for my sins Did so much shit I can’t repent I put some more diamonds in my wrist Look at the time a nigga spent I’m cashin’ out, I don’t want no rent I spend like a diamond when we in Fifths They can’t see the Tom Ford on my lens I sip me some syrup and pop a ten [Bridge] I sip me some syrup and pop a ten They can’t see the Tom Ford on my lens She wan’ hit me, pop my shit again I see ya’ loyalty within Trust me, I’m knowin’ you’re a friend I’m loyal, we ridin’ to the end [Verse 2] The dog made me sorry I love to work, you niggas love to party I shoot for [?] for the Carti Go ahead and jump in that Rarri’ Private jets, we eatin’ calamari I do this shit for Lil Zary If it don’t serve a purpose then it’s retarted Picked that backend up at the after party I’m puttin’ dick in ya daughter Not 21, but these bitches, I slaughter Might go the club and buy yo’ bitch a bottle I bet you didn’t know I put balls in the Tesla I don’t own a pair of handcuffs, I can’t cuff her I left my heart in the county, I can’t love her Pockets celery because I get paid double Only God can keep me outta trouble, yeah [Chorus] Lord please forgive me for my sins Did so much shit I can’t repent I put some more diamonds in my wrist Look at the time a nigga spent I’m cashin’ out, I don’t want no rent I spend like a diamond when we in Fifths They can’t see the Tom Ford on my lens I sip me some syrup and pop a ten