Stackin It lyrics - Nechie & Gunna

[Intro:]
Wheezy outta here
Run that back, Turbo
Yeah

[Gunna:]
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant)
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (Nah)
Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn)
Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque)
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr)
My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees)

My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah)
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four)
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep)
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris (Nah)
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah)
Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah)

I'm back in it (Back in it)
Me and Young Nechie is back in it (Back in it)
Straight off the beat, Gunna rappin' it (Rappin' it)
Used to have bands and they cappin' it (Yeah)
Stars in the ceiling, they galaxy (Stars)
Bitches with different nationalities (Woah)
You fuck niggas 'cause a commodity
Shoot him up, leave his body on [?] (Huh)
Wasn't the type to be born in that life
But still got me some stripes like a referee (Referee)
I was still holdin' on but they thought I was off
When I took that lil' loss, they weren't there for me (Weren't there for me)
I bossed up myself and I bossed up my niggas (Boss)
Now look at they ice (Ice), it got clarity (Ice)
I was broke as a bitch but I went and got rich (Yeah, yeah)
Now my kids gon' have Ms, they inherit it (Inherit it)
Finesse (Finesse), ain't breaking no sweat
I went got a check and I married it (Check)
Oh, yes, oh, yes, I'm flexin' the best (Oh, yes)
My Bugatti broad, she got glass in it
I'm mixin' this Wock', I'm sippin' this TEC
They came straight from Indianapolis
I land in D.C. and pull up at Bliss
Then pick up a backend in Maryland

I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant)
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (Nah)
Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn)
Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque)
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr)
My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees)

My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah)
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four)
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep)
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris (Nah)
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah)
Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah)

[Nechie:]
Bitch, I'm a big star (Yeah)
.30 loaded, I'ma big [?] (Yeah, yeah)
Flawless my diamonds, my wristwatch (Yeah)
I might pull on 'em with twin rods, oh yeah
I'll knock 'em off if you get in the street
Teach a nigga just for playin' with me (Yeah)
Ain't no cappin' it
Stackin' my money, I'm trappin' it
I bought that bitch body, bitch, I'm a king like big [?]
Your bitch a fiend, yeah, she dig [?]
I gave her dick, she a dick junky
That's a fool, switcheroo
Runnin' your mouth just like bitches do
Hop out with sticks, nigga, peek-a-boo
Cut him like motherfuckin' scissors do
Put that boy right in the blender
Catch your bitch and just watch how I bend her
Don't do the dates and the dinner, boo
I give you something to remember, boo
I slide my dick [?]
Bitch, I'm a savage, animal
Your bitch eat dick, she a cannibal
Nechie, Nechie, so [?], bet you havin' it

[Gunna:]
I'm wreckin' it
Straight to the top, ain't no cappin' it
We livin' life, that's extravagant (Extravagant)
Poor high-class nigga, ain't average (Nah)
Burnin' these trees like they calories (Burn)
Plaques in my crib like a gallery (Plaque)
Doggin' these hoes, I eat Pedigree (Grr)
My necklace negative four degrees (Four degrees)

My new Cuban links weigh a whole thing (Ah)
Yeah, my necklace negative four degrees (Four)
Sky-dweller look like a trophy
And my braces get caught in my damn sleep (Damn sleep)
Rick Owens, these ain't no damn Amiris (Nah)
Just to book me might cost you a Lamb' fee
Paint her walls, tell her go pop a plan B (Yeah)
Broke the curse and put M's in my family (Yeah)

THIS YEAR (Blessings) (Remix) lyrics - Victor Thompson & Gunna (feat. Ehis 'D' Greatest)

Everything I've been wanting
Manifesting for my life
Everything you've been wanting
Manifesting for your life
Everything I've been wanting
Manifesting for my life
Everything you've been wanting
Manifesting for your life
Oh-ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh
Yeah (La-da-da-da-da, la-da-da-da-da-da), yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

This year, blessing
Money, testimony
Go, dey follow, follow
Follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow you dey go
This year, good news
Jaiye, plenty balling
Go, dey follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow you dey go

Everything I've been wanting
Manifesting for my life
Everything you've been wanting
Manifesting for your life
Everything you've been wanting
Manifesting for your life
Everything you've been wanting
Manifesting for your life

No stress, much less
Start from nothing (Nothing)
Life's hard, still blessed
Whole walking testimony (Walking testimony)
Feel lost, still blessed (Still blessed)
I stretch, touch the money (The money)
Go, dey follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow, follow
And say, "Young GunWunna is the G.O.A.T." (say, "Young GunWunna is the G.O.A.T.")
Planted me a seed and watched it grow
Travel overseas, across the globe
Grinding to survive is all I know, oh (Oh)
Manifesting, reaching all my goals
Talked to God, it's out of my control
I will never, ever sell my soul, oh

Everything you've been wanting
Manifesting for your life
Everything you've been wanting
Manifesting for your life
Everything you've been wanting (La-da-da-da-da-da-da)
Manifesting for your life
Everything I've been wanting (La-da-da-da-da-da-da)
Manifesting for my life
Everything you've been wanting
Manifesting for your life

This year, blessings
Money, testimony
Go, dey follow, follow
Follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow, you dey go
This year, good news
Jaiye, plenty money
Go, dey follow, follow
Follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow you dey go

TO THE MOON (Gunna Remix) lyrics - Jnr Choi & Gunna

Sit by myself
Talking to the moon

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you)

Uh-huh, slatt, pull up, the P's gon' turn up
Smoke out the P, Biscotti weed, I burn up
Real flesh on me, I bought her the brand new Rover
I get in that jeans, wet water like Pepsi-Cola
Ah-ah, I got an old cougar
Fine brown, give me that brown sugar
Thom Browne, drip in your town, hold up
Gunna got now, we make the world turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Cashmere turtle, yeah, I finna her girdle
My baby a flirter, I let her get away with murder
Just like the front burner, I ain't got no scrubs in my circle

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you)

Huh, fly to France and we can spend time in the Louvre
Magical time with you
Jump in the coupe, then take a flight back to [?]
Part of the side on my boots
I got baddies on mind, been in love since I dropped moods
I fuck my bitches in twos
I got plan on my line
How the fuck can I lose? If I won't come out my shoes
Jacket Moncler, in my town I'm pushin' that P
I'm out, send forty for the fee
Might just cop a bando by the sea
I spend another month in LA
Just a fucked a French bitch from the bay
And from Senegal, je ne parles pas le Français, yeah-yey

Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)
Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
(Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you)
Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up
(Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you)

Turks lyrics - NAV & Gunna (feat. Travis Scott)

[Future:]
(Wheezy outta here)

[NAV:]
I'm a late bloomer, third year on the scene
Twenty racks don't feel like nothin' to me
Came from the streets, it turned me to a beast
Invisible set, diamonds huggin' my piece
Book me for a show, I need eighty at least
I want the smoke, ain't no keepin' the peace
Keep me a razor when I'm in the East
Open 'em up just like a surgery
Everything burnin' around me, I'm lit
Show a lil' attitude, swap out the bitch
I spent two-fifty, don't know where it went
My hood on my back, I gotta represent
Toronto, you useless, you don't got a pole
Warm that boy up, he got shot in the cold
Thirty rounds in the clip, let it unload
I fuck the bitch I picked right out of Vogue

Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain't pickin' up, I'm in Turks, lil' baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pullin' out, ask to take a taste, lil' baby
Pullin' out fifty racks, walkin' out of Chase
If I drop dead, I'll be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

[Gunna {Future}:]
Trappin' on the block, I'd never serve a cop
I always kept a Glock, I ain't 'bout to see the grave ('Bout to see the grave)
Pull up, I'll make a quick stop (Yeah)
I shop one stop, I'm high for seven days (High for seven days)
Who is that lil' nigga icy hoppin' out a Wraith? (Hoppin' out a Wraith?)
Chopper get it choppin' like a blade (Chop)
You ain't get no money but you poppin' on your page (Poppin' on your page)
Trust me, we could never be the same (Never be the same)
You know I like to flirt, no skirts in Turks (Yeah)
I'm puttin' in work, I beat her out the frame (Beat her out the frame) {Wheezy outta here}
She sweet, I was movin' off a Perc'
I bought her a Birk' and a birthday cake (Birthday cake)
Line his ass up like a barber do the fade (Barber do the fade)
Fed your ho crêpes and grapes
Cash told me, "Wait, it's a billion on the way" (Billion on the way)
We just split a billi' with the gang

[NAV:]
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain't pickin' up, I'm in Turks, lil' baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pullin' out, ask to take a taste, lil' baby
Pullin' out fifty racks, walkin' out of Chase
If I drop dead, I'll be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

[Travis Scott:]
First time in Turks, had a whole bunch of work
Had to bring two jets, had a whole lot of babes (Yeah)
I first take a game-changin' verse
Swear the change gon' hurt, but it really ain't a game (Yeah)
Shawty like to twerk, I bring the rage (Yeah)
Really get to trippin' on the stage
Never ever let 'em see the man unless they pay (Alright)
Niggas havin' beef, I hope they pray
Cactus Jack me up and down, head to toe
Make sure the ones you with on go
Make sure the ones you with is with it
Make sure the ones you with, ah (Yeah)
She need a quick tan, come to Turks with the G's (Yeah)
Work for that body, need more than degrees
Fillin' her nose with some shit I can ski with
Say this her first time, it's hard to believe

[NAV:]
Took twenty bitches on my first vacay
I ain't pickin' up, I'm in Turks, lil' baby
Every other watch got diamonds in the face
Pullin' out, ask to take a taste, lil' baby
Pullin' out fifty racks, walkin' out of Chase
If I drop dead, I'll be hard to replace
Hardly get thirsty, got water like a lake
My brother got locked, another bond I gotta pay

Valentino lyrics - Gunna (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

If young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Yeah

[Gunna:]
She thicker than Hannah Montana
I fuck on that bitch with a Gucci bandana
2018 the Porsche Panamara
I got some racks on me, bitch, ain't no scammer (Racks)
She let me dig in her gut like an animal (Damn)
I drop a deuce and a four in the Fanta (Mud)
Mister Young Gunna, I came from Atlanta (Yup)
I been drippin' shit, you gon' need an umbrella, yeah, yeah, yeah
Marc Jacob Jacket, this expensive leather
The syrup and the percs got me floatin' like a feather (Floatin')
Broke that hoe heart and didn't write her no letter
I'ma go hard, feel like I be gettin' better
And that Goyard, 'bout to fill it with cheddar (Racks)
I don't want talk, bitch, don't give me no lecture (Nah)
Bitch, I'm a boss and you know I can't let up

Yeah
I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)
Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)
Racks and designer my wallet (Oh)
Some bad bitches waiting in the lobby (Lobby)
Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)
Gettin' cash ain't a thing, it's a hobby (Hobby)
Valentino all over my body (Body)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Like ooh, don't wanna talk, ooh
Lil' bitch, just give me them jaws (Hello), ooh
Told her I don't wanna stall, ooh
Now lick the tip and lick the balls, ooh
In front of your friends, I said pause, ooh (Yeah, uh)
In front of your bitch I said uh, vroom (Ayy)
Gunna and I back to back with the drops
So many diamonds, I flooded the rocks (Skrrt)
Gucci my sweater and Gucci my socks (Socks)
The guap, it won't stop, Maison my flip flop
Boy, you need to stop, you wifin' that thot
Your bitch play hopscotch, yeah, with my whole squad
Got boys on the block that whippin' the pot
Don't wanna talk money, I get that a lot
That bitch that you with, boy, I hit that a lot (Yeah)
She got a lick that gon' stick to the car (Yeah)
Ooh, ooh, put it in her spine
Ooh, suck it up, make her go blind (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh, smokin' on pine
Ooh, my lil' bitch so fine
Ooh, ooh, favorite color lime
Oops, my bad, favorite color slime (Slatt)
Woah, had to let go of my bad bitch, yeah
But I still never dropped a dime (Slatt)
Had to downgrade to a nine (Ooh)
My new bitch on a 30
Shot a fuck nigga, then act like I'm blind
Dumbass nigga, yeah, better read the signs
Dud ass nigga, better not cross the line
Pull up with my niggas and none of 'em kind
Pull up with your niggas and none of 'em ride
Pull up that SLS, doors suicide
Ride in my Hellcat, blue Benji diet
Paramore rockstar, let's have a riot
Nowadays I'm the man, I try to fight it (Yeah)
Ain't touch her, she wet, man, that girl too excited (What?)
She gave me top, the cum made me silent
She gave me brain, turn me to a psychic (Lil Uzi, yeah)

[Gunna:]
Yeah
I can only do it for a profit (Yeah)
Only hit the bank for deposit (Oh)
Racks and designer my wallet (Yeah)
Some bad bitches waitin' in the lobby (Lobby)
Takin' off on these lames like a rocket (Rocket)
Gettin' cash ain't a thing, it's a hobby (Hobby)
Valentino all over my body (Body)

Vibes In LA lyrics - Gunna & Moneybagg Yo

[MoneyBagg Yo:]
Ugh, yeah
YSL gang gang, you know what I'm sayin'
Ayy Gunna
I'm out here in Cali nigga, I'm feeling like you

[Gunna:]
Yeah, I got vibes in LA
Dimes in the bank
I keep rising the hate
Put blue stars in the Wraith
Two new cars, ain't no space
Do some wood, pop some Ace
Get to running, we can race
Used to starve 'til I ate

Yellow diamonds, I got clean piss
Perfect timing, a ice cream wrist
Risk your life for, for a beam miss
This bitch from England, don't know no English
I don't pay no mind to no sneak diss
Told the label I can't sign for no cheap trick
My block play with them pounds, shit like recess
Lot of chopper guns and F&N's and kill TECs
I'm sitting way back, in the back of that Maybach
Gold Rollie I paid cash, two tone for my main man
YSL we made it
Hit the gas, no brakes
I'ma speed up the Wraith
Young Gunna gettin' paid
Big house with a gate
Better save your money
I hope you don't have to find out the hard way
Take a loss and get it crackin', broad day
We just been gettin' rich relaxing, parlayin'
I put a bad bitch on Broadway
Tryna cop a mansion like Bill Gates
Count so many of them blue hundreds they feel fake
Cut that dope up just like Benihana's with no wait

Yeah, I got vibes in LA
Dimes in the bank
I keep rising the hate
Put blue stars in the Wraith
Two new cars, ain't no space
Do some wood, pop some Ace
Get to running, we can race
Used to starve 'til I ate

[MoneyBagg Yo:]
I go fed, you go state
Goin' to trial 'bout my case
I got bitches in the bay
Diamonds hit so hard they look fake
Hell naw, my shit came straight from icebox
I'm in Cali in the hills, with some hitters in a tanktop
Blindfold, I just counted a hundred grand with my eyes closed
Coming for a nigga like me, fuck 'round get exposed
This draco hold a hundred, they gon' aim it at your nose, nose
Keep that worrisome bitch out my place
Tom Anderson, give me my space
Promoter hit the line and he said he got a play
Told his ass 40K, lock it in I'm on my way, hey

[Gunna:]
Yeah, I got vibes in LA
Dimes in the bank
I keep rising the hate
Put blue stars in the Wraith
Two new cars, ain't no space
Do some wood, pop some Ace
Get to running, we can race
Used to starve 'til I ate
Yeah, I got vibes in LA
Dimes in the bank
I keep rising the hate
Put blue stars in the Wraith
Two new cars, ain't no space
Do some wood, pop some Ace
Get to running, we can race
Used to starve 'til I ate

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