Gunna — Valentino

[Intro: Future & Gunna] If young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you Yeah [Verse 1: Gunna] She thicker than Hannah Montana I fuck on that bitch with a Gucci bandana 2018 the Porsche Panamara I got some racks on me, bitch, ain't no scammer (Racks) She let me dig in her gut like an animal (Damn) I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta (Mud) Mister Young Gunna, I came from Atlanta (Yup) I been drippin' shit, you gon' need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah Marc Jacob Jacket, this expensive leather The syrup and the percs got me floatin' like a feather (Floatin') Broke that hoe heart and didn't write her no letter I'ma go hard, feel like I been gettin' better And that Goyard, 'bout to fill it with cheddar (Racks) I don't want talk, bitch, don't give me no lecture (Nah) Bitch, I'm a boss and you know I can't let up [Chorus: Gunna] Yeah I can only do it for a profit (Yeah) Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh) Racks and designer my wallet (Oh) Some bad bitches waiting in the lobby (Lobby) Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket) Gettin' cash ain't a thing, it's a hobby (Hobby) Valentino all over my body (Body) [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] Like ooh, don't wanna talk, ooh Lil' bitch, just give me them jaws (Hello), ooh Told her I don't wanna stall, ooh Now lick the tip and lick the balls, ooh In front of your friends, I said pause, ooh (Yeah, uh) In front of your bitch I said uh, vroom (Ayy) Gunna and I back to back with the drops So many diamonds, I flooded the rocks (Skrrt) Gucci my sweater and Gucci my socks (Socks) The guap, it won't stop, Maison my flip flop Boy, you need to stop, you wifin' that thot Your bitch play hopscotch, yeah, with my whole squad Got boys on the block that whippin' the pot Don't wanna talk money, I get that a lot That bitch that you with, boy, I hit that a lot (Yeah) She got a lick that gon' stick to the car (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, put it in her spine Ooh, suck it up, make her go blind (Ooh) Ooh, ooh, smokin' on pine Ooh, my lil' bitch so fine Ooh, ooh, favorite color lime Oops, my bad, favorite color slime (Slatt) Woah, had to let go of my bad bitch, yeah But I still never dropped a dime (Slatt) Had to downgrade to a nine (Ooh) My new bitch on a 30 Shot a fuck nigga, then act like I'm blind Dumbass nigga, yeah, better read the signs Dud ass nigga, better not cross the line Pull up with my niggas and none of 'em kind Pull up with your niggas and none of 'em ride Pull up that SLS, doors suicide Ride in my Hellcat, blue Benji diet Paramore rockstar, let's have a riot Nowadays I'm the man, I try to fight it (Yeah) Ain't touch her, she wet, man, that girl too excited (What?) She gave me top, the cum made me silent She gave me brain, turn me to a psychic (Lil Uzi, yeah) [Chorus: Gunna] Yeah I can only do it for a profit (Yeah) Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh) Racks and designer my wallet (Yeah) Some bad bitches waitin' in the lobby (Lobby) Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket) Gettin' cash ain't a thing, it's a hobby (Hobby) Valentino all over my body (Body)