[Intro]
(Run it back, Turbo)
(Aviator)

[Chorus: Gunna]
I don't see a component, don't approach me, I ain't the one
This world is full of commotion, how I'm supposed to keep a gun?
Wrist on frozen, ocean, niggas tryna block my sun
This ain't Hocus Pocus, we ain't fallin' for your stunts

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I hope you keep it loaded 'cause these jackers on the hunt
I watch all my surroundings, you gon' think I'm on the run
Uh, soon as I catch a break, I'm takin' a vacay in Milan
Bon Jovi, spend racks as long as I feel like Farrakhan
Shopping, please, my stick on me, don't play, I ain't the one
Watch them niggas who play 'cause this AK ain't for fun
They know I got expensive taste, I only want wockhardt and 8 pointers
They know I got drip for days and I get paid to put it on
She know I fuck her face and break her back like I do porn
My IG hurt they heart and now they wish my life a harm
I wish these niggas was smart, instead of goin' against it, they could join
I know we can sell out The Forum
I got ten toes, longer than Jordan
Bought my momma and daddy and brother new vehicles, trust me, I know it's important
Me and Thugger got millions, it feel like a miracle, we really came from nothin'
I really got paid, don't care 'bout the shade, nobody blockin' the sun
You can cop it whenever we done
We ain't goin' out sad on you bums
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