Out The Streets Gunna (Ft. Jose Guapo)

[Intro]
(Butla)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Thank the Lord that I made it out the streets
Now It's P1's in my Henny, fucking squeeze
I was down bad, I was down on my knees
Till I caught a blessin' like a mother fuckin' sneeze
Ain't no rebel, but I still been chasing cheese
Got on Gucci and I'm tryna stack them G's
Runnin' through the money, yeah I'm countin' till I'm sleep
Stackin' I flew hundreds all on my mother fuckin' sink

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I don't know, but I'ma go get me some money (Money)
Wrap that money up then it get old, like a mummy (Mummy)
Baby pussy wet, she drippin' water like Dasani (Dasani)
Diamonds came from Eli', these are not King Johnny (Nope)
Give me that Canary yeah, make my shit look sunny (Sunny)
I like these shoes from Belly, but I need no love from London (London)
I just came back from London, the piloting was star (Star)
You pretty bitches kissin', kissin, we had a Minaj (Minaj)
My bro walked in and saw it
This shit not no facade
We ain't got time to conversate, we count up then they gone
Look up, we livin' large, used to trap at the garage
Till my nigga pushed record, watched me do my fuckin' bars (Bars)
Pull up in a Lamborghini, lift up off the doors (Off the doors)
European whoops, but we like to call them toys (Skrrt)
Nigga really we them boys, really we them boys (Boys)
Fuckin' all these hoes, pullin' off on horses