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Gunna - Dont Give Up (Drip Or Drown)
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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
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I call the shots, I am a coach I came to kill like a Zoe I am only feeding my folks Climb to the top like a rope Chokers all 'round my neck, Imma choke We cleaning this money with soap With this bread, I stack and reload Talk to god, ain't losing no hope Don't give up Don't give up I hope you don't give up Don't give up, no They call me Gunna the GOAT Keep me a gun and I tote Niggas be doin' the most Can't go out sad with you hoes I gotta stick to the code I water my money then grow it She big and it's 'bout to explode Tesla got suicide doors Yes I am richer than my goals It's a check every one of my shows Had the handmaid tailor my clothes It's a pay day nigga, you owe Lot of diamonds on me, I am cold I got fashion on me like Vogue Whole lot of drip, better leave me alone My b*tch got pink toes I don't wanna leave it alone I wanna f*ck when I want Got the piece flooded with stones Baby not runnin' me home My brother dead and gone We was just livin' wrong Sip out the pain in the morning I call the shots, I am a coach I came to kill like a Zoe I am only feeding my folks Climb to the top like a rope Chokers all 'round my neck, I ama choke We cleaning this money with soap With this bread, I stack and reload Talk to god, ain't losing no hope Don't give up Don't give up I hope you don't give up Don't give up, no I used to shop at the Ross How I still win from a loss Got hired, done turned to a boss Ride in that Maybach like Ross I got this water like Voss I wanna f*ck in her mouth They callin', you know I am en route I heard that you had a drought I made it ship, make it bounce Every day I spill more than an ounce Money machine, let it count Clothes that can dress up a house We loyal, you in our you out? I ran up my bag like a sprout Trust me I know what it's 'bout Fed screams and I am out Get the racks and you bustin' it down The cash route Run it up, showin' no slouch Glass house Shittin' on whoever look down You nigga need you a vouch Every day I ama dress to the ground I call the shots, I am a coach I came to kill like a Zoe I am only feeding my folks Climb to the top like a rope Chokers all 'round my neck, I ama choke We cleaning this money with soap With this bread, I stack and reload Talk to god, ain't losing no hope Don't give up Don't give up I hope you don't give up Don't give up, no
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