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Gunna - Who You Foolin [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nia "Ivy" Mills
Nia "Ivy" Mills
Assistant Engineer
Turbo
Turbo
Engineer
Jeffery Williams (Sex)
Jeffery Williams (Sex)
Executive Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Executive Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Wheezy outta here Huh, uh Who you think you foolin'? We not new to it We countin' fluent I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud I came out the hood Sometimes a gangsta need a hug I'ma give all my problems above Hate when people keep doin' too much Keep it real, the streets show you no love We don't need no one vouchin' for us I've been grindin' and found me a bust I've been searchin' for love and found lust It's so hard to stop holdin' a grudge My lil' dawg split your shit like a Dutch My whole squad kept the kid in the cut Keep your strap 'cause these niggas play tough Pick and chose who the right one to trust Pick and chose who the right one to trust Keep it real it's a lot fake love Niggas hate but they bitches in love And the Bentley all white like a dove I took off, ate this Xan, means it works Kicked her out, told her walk to the burbs I'm a sipper, can tell when it's cut You can't tell me that she ain't a slut Who you think you foolin'? We not new to it We countin' fluent I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud I came out the hood Sometimes a gangsta need a hug I'ma give all my problems above Hate when people keep doin' too much Keep it real, the streets show you no love I don't need no one vouchin' for me I be flossin' ain't talkin' about my teeth Car push-start, I keep losin' the keys Chanel, Boss my closet full of C's My shit wet Eliantte, VVs I got pearls 'round my neck, not no beads I get cash in my bag while I'm sleep New blue face, two-tone Patek Philippe Beverly Center, shoppin' spree on me New agenda, don't do nothin' free Ain't not one of my foreigns on E All my bitches got expensive weave I sip drank for my pain to get eased I still talk to the Lord on my knees Helpin' me take care all of my needs And we take off the top for a breeze Who you think you foolin'? We not new to it We countin' fluent I'm scammin' a wood, my cup full of mud I came out the hood Sometimes a gangsta need a hug I'ma give all my problems above Hate when people keep doin' too much Keep it real, the streets show you no love
Writer(s): Wesley Tyler Glass, Sergio Kitchens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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