Lord Knows Gunna

[Intro]
(Wheezy Beats)

[Verse 1]
Sippin' on Easter (Mud)
Whole 'nother breed, I can’t do no more features (Nah)
I never met Nas, but I still spit that ether (Yeah)
Get head from Brittany, but I love smokin' Keisha
Ran up a tab, I spent a dub easy (Cash)
Order more steak, gotta make sure we eatin' (Eat it up)
Gunna on tour, I been all 'cross the region (All 'cross)
Four, five, six, seven, a whole ‘nother season
I [?] a backpack, but I rob Peter (Rob)
She swallow my dick, she a real eater (Real eater)
I’m ill in the field, I’m the real Derek Jeter (Real Derek Jeter)
Trapped out my house with a nine millimeter (Nine millimeter)
We treat these streets like the morgue (Morgue)
Don’t get no [?], take your life for no reason
Count that cash everyday and at night we be geekin'
I don’t trust a cop, don’t you talk in the precinct
Yeah, my beats are by Wheezy
Fuck all that hype, we still coppin' these Yeezys (Coppin' this shit, yeah)
I’m not your type, I won’t fall for you easily (Nah)
Called Elliott, told him “Make some more pieces” (Eliantte)
Human Races on my feet like they people (Oh)
I can see you niggas hatin’ through my peephole
Trust in God, don’t believe in no voodoo (Yeah)
I promise I ain’t goin' back where I used to (Uh-uh, yeah)