Don’t Want The Fame Gunna (Ft. Nechie)

[Intro: Gunna]
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, oh
(Timmy da motherfuckin' Hitman)
Young Gunna, oh

[Chorus: Gunna]
Don't want the fame, you know why I came
Put ice in the rings, pulled off in the Range
I just got a stain, I might get you stained
I pour up a pint, it help ease the pain
I blew out the brain, blew out the brain
Bentley Musain, I might go insane, I might go insane
I’m drippin' like rain, now they know the name, the know the name
On the way to the bank, bitch, I'm outta your range, outta your range

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Oh, I'ma count me up a ton
Go to Magic, throw some ones
Shine on nigga like the sun
Bitch, you lookin' at a Don
Diamond glow like Perri-on
I went shoppin' in Milan, then paid my baby brother bond
You niggas ain't kickin' that shit
You niggas ain't drippin' like this
Just take a look at my wrist
Diamonds wrist as white as [?]
You lil' niggas not 'bout that action
My bro put them boys in the casket
If I hit the trap, I ain't taxin'
I pulled up in the foreign, the back-end
'Lambo with the do's up
Got lean in my two cars, you know I ain't sober
The Bentley truck made me put up the Rover
I roll with killers that I know turn you over
Thinkin' chips, got a chip on my shoulder
Niggas talk, then get popped like a soda
Under pressure, nigga fold like a folder