Extra Gunna (Ft. Young Trez)

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[Chorus: Gunna]
I’ma try stackin’ these dead’s up (Stacking these dead’s up)
Stackin’ these dead’s up (Stacking these dead’s up)
I need a bread truck (I need a bread truck)
I want a bread truck
I been sick of this shit, say she fed up
I still dig in that shit, left her legs up
I heard homicide went hit yo' mans up
All these fuck niggas say they can’t stand us (Stand us)
She said I ain’t got no manners (Nah)
Fucked up, I went got my bands up (Damn)
No tuckin' my tail, give you hands up
Leave blood on your shirt, look like ketchup (Ketchup)
Can’t stop sellin' these drugs, feel like Hector
Got my cash, I’ma private investor
I been thinkin' 'bout coppin' that Tesla (Tesla)
Balmain pockets, they filled up with extra

[Verse 1: Gunna]
(Racks) Two-thirty my dash, you niggas can’t catch up (Nah)
Got the game in a choke like a wrestler (Yeah)
I’ma shoot at ya head, what your vest for? (Clack)
I been flexing my arms like [?]
Diamonds wet on my charm got me flexed up (I’m flexed)
I’m just playin' my part, nothin' extra (Nah)
Know you hate to see me doin' better (Better)
I ball like my birthday, got foreigns in the driveway
Used to sell [?]
Get you hit up in broad day (Broad day)
Yeah, I love the minaj play (The minaj play)
Bitch you gon' do what I say (Gon' do what I say)
Fuck a dog in a large cage
Catch a body in broad day (Broad)

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