Top - Gunna

Still flying bags through the city

I told you that foreign wasn’t rented

I can’t fuck on no boring bitches (No boring bitches)

Young Gunna was born to get it

I gotta keep going in

Walk in that flame make it storm again

When I see this bitch she pick up a ten

I fucked on her now I wanna fuck her friend

I’m popping that shit from above the rim

My drip with my crew and we love to spend (We love it)

Saint Laurent, Dior, Chanel again

Scrap on that left with a FN

Oh yeah, these Maison Margiela vanilla

G5 we don’t fly propeller (Nah)

My coupe filled with paraphernalia (Yeah)

My lil' brother keep a Beretta

Seem like they got a vendetta (Yeah)

Pull up with with them sticks in the shuttle

Put my momma in that new Gucci sweater

They hate to see I’m doing better

Went straight to the top like a fitted (Top)

Still got some act in the fridge (Act)

Pour up let’s count up these riches (Pour it, pour it)

Still flying bags through the city

I told you that foreign wasn’t rented

I can’t fuck on no boring bitches (No boring bitches)

Young Gunna was born to get it

Tell my lil' bro don’t panic

Everyday we gon' ride with that static

Them big blue faces I gotta have it

I got carrots but I don’t see no rabbit

I fucked that lil' pussy and vanished

She say that Young Gunna a savage

Still had racks when I walked outta Magic

Hit that nat then I pulled in the palace

Yea the South turned the kid to a legend (I swear)

And I can’t forget it (Nah)

Rags to riches

Put that shit on in Givenchy

I shot it the last minute (Last)

What you thought a nigga wasn’t with it?

I parallel park hop out dripping

Got drank in my cup I keep sipping

And my fire gon' come with extension

Went straight to the top like a fitted (Top)

Still got some act in the fridge (Act)

Pour up let’s count up these riches (Pour it, pour it)

Still flying bags through the city

I told you that foreign wasn’t rented

I can’t fuck on no boring bitches (No boring bitches)

Young Gunna was born to get it