Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Taurus Currie Jr.
Taurus Currie Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Taylor
Harry Taylor
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Patrizio Pigliapoco
Mixing Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Taurus
Taurus
Producer

Letra

[Verse 1]
Taurus
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
I had two hunnid for lunch (Two hunnid)
Last night, I fucked on her cunt (No cap)
Twenty-four shows in a month (A month)
Looked at the time, it was crunch (Time)
Ice, diamonds is crushed (Ice)
Louis V but my t-shirt is tucked (Tucked)
Yeah, cold as a slush (Cold as a slush)
Barely rest, so I'm sippin' that 'Tuss (Sippin' that 'Tuss)
Go get it, I must (Must)
Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (Yeah)
Yeah, love and not lust (Not lust)
My crew loyal, we trustin' in us (Trustin' in us)
Yeah, runnin' it up (It up)
Got that shit out the ground and the mud (The mud)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, look at it glisten, see what I mean?
A lot of blue faces, you pickin' green
Fuck on her naked, bust on her spleen
Cost on the card, 3K for the jeans
Feel like a player, keep a trick up my sleeve
I'm cool on your dawg hoes, I don't want the fleas
I'm smoking exotic, it don't got a seed
Peelin' the roof and I can feel the breeze
Pockets got nachos, that shit chili cheese
Smokin' gelato, got me feelin' eased
Might cop that Rollie for my oldest niece
I drop a hit, I'm knowin' what they need
I check out the motor, gotta have some speed
Louis bifocals I can't see defeat
Cash runnin' over, I can feel the greed
[Verse 4]
I had two hunnid for lunch (Two hunnid)
Last night, I fucked on her cunt (No cap)
Twenty-four shows in a month (A month)
Looked at the time, it was crunch (Time)
Ice, diamonds is crushed (Ice)
Louis V but my t-shirt is tucked (Tucked)
Yeah, cold as a slush (Cold as a slush)
Barely rest, so I'm sippin' that 'Tuss (Sippin' that 'Tuss)
Go get it, I must (Must)
Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (Yeah)
Yeah, love and not lust (Not lust)
My crew loyal, we trustin' in us (Trustin' in us)
Yeah, runnin' it up (It up)
Got that shit out the ground and the mud (The mud)
[Verse 5]
Went and got rich out the ground and the mud
Ridin' the Rolls and the mink is a rug
911 Porshe and the trunk is a hood (Skrrt)
Told her come through, come and sit on this wood
Neighborhood trap used to cap off a juug
Fucked on that nat-nat in the back of the hood
I never ratted, keep that understood
Ain't goin' backwards, I don't think I could
These labels be trappin' rappers like they Suge
Got M's in the bank, bitch, I feel life if good
They makin' the payment, held down by my foot
Been patiently waitin', wish a **** would
Just drop a location, my **** will do it
I got an old bitch, can't wait for me to screw her
Just picked a two hunnid, I headed to Forbes
[Verse 6]
I had two hunnid for lunch (Two hunnid)
Last night, I fucked on her cunt (No cap)
Twenty-four shows in a month (A month)
Looked at the time, it was crunch (Time)
Ice, diamonds is crushed (Ice)
Louis V but my t-shirt is tucked (Tucked)
Yeah, cold as a slush (Cold as a slush)
Barely rest, so I'm sippin' that 'Tuss (Sippin' that 'Tuss)
Go get it, I must (Must)
Fuck her good in her pussy, no must (Yeah)
Yeah, love and not lust (Not lust)
My crew loyal, we trustin' in us (Trustin' in us)
Yeah, runnin' it up (It up)
Got that shit out the ground and the mud (The mud)
I blow Biscotti clouds of the bud (The bud)
Throw the racks up, it look like a flood (It look like a flood)
Written by: Kenneth Gilmore, Sergio Kitchens, Taurus Currie Jr., Wesley Glass
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