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south to west Lyrics


Artist: Gunna

 

south to west Lyrics

south to west by Gunna


Playmakers
Run that back Turbo
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets
I'm 'bout to catch, I doubled the bet (Yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (Stretch)
Lawyer's the best, get home with a check (Yeah)
He done f**ked up, put some dough on his head
Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (Uh)
Run this cash up like a motherf**king tread (A motherf**king tread)
Yeah, yeah

Nigga f**ked up tryna hide the b**ch (Hide the b**ch)
Drum on the stick, on the side, a switch (Switch)
Call up a lil' pretty vibe, pull up and let her massage the dick (Alright)
Oh, that's your new ride? We whippin' and swervin' all kind of sh*t (Skrrt)
Whippin' and runnin', my little niggas pullin' up gunnin', they hit what they tryna hit (Tryna hit)
Mouse started runnin', we shootin' rounds right in they stomachs and leave them inside a ditch (Inside a ditch)
Ain't nothing funny, when you gotta break down an onion, it look like you frying a brick (Fry)
Hit her on Sunday, she still wanna ask me for money, she gon' end up dying a b**ch (Dying)
Got me some hundreds and still gotta keep it one hundred 'cause these niggas counterfeit (Yeah, yeah)
We had the longest sex
Good pussy b**ch off of Bouldercrest (Bouldercrest, yeah, yeah)
They thought Rolls was wrecked
Just like a real nigga, bouncing it back (I'm bouncing back, yeah, yeah)
Make sure your nose ain't wet
He fell a victim, addicted to crack (Addicted to crack, yeah, yeah)
I'm 'bout my Benjamins, check out my neck
All in my business, lil' b**ch, just relax (Relax, yeah, yeah)
She done got way too attached
Notice they mine 'cause they waists' is snatched (Yeah, yeah)
Heard your lil' homie got whacked
We take a life, you ain't takin' one back (Yeah, yeah)
You goin' under attack
Let the whole world know the babies is back (Yeah, yeah)
Smith & Wess' hid in the dash
Crib in the backyard, a hundred-yard dash

Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets
I'm 'bout to catch, I doubled the bet (Yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (Stretch)
Lawyer's the best, get home with a check (Yeah)
He done f**ked up, put some dough on his head
Can't be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (Uh)
Run this cash up like a motherf**king tread (A motherf**king tread)
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah



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