Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gunna
Gunna
Composer
Roddy Ricch
Roddy Ricch
Composer
Future
Future
Composer
Sean Momberger
Sean Momberger
Composer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Composer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
[Verse 1]
I gave my Rolls Royce some wings
Drink so damn cold, I could freeze
Aye, first time I called Elliot, Gunna told me to spend two-fifty
Now my chain cost half a milli' and I'm plottin on a silly billi'
Made twenty-five million, I said mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Now all of these hoes fuckin' me better, mm-mm-mm-mm
Shawty say she like me 'cause she slidin' through the trenches with me
Give her a million dollars worth of game like I'm Wallo and Gillie
Wheezy, Wunna, Pluto, Roddy, this shit way too easy
I put your bitch in CC, Céline, Chanel, if need be
You **** really actors, you shoulda been on TV
You talkin' like you turnt up, you **** really T-D
[Chorus]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
[Verse 2]
Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain't got no jumper
Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you
Remember that pussy from way back, playin', I pay 'em to pop him
Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper
This ain't diamonds you lookin' at and we done updated the roster
You can tell it's a rich **** posture
Young GunWunna, I'm spittin' it proper
Trappin' at school, I was servin' bags, police was searchin' my locker
Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should've stopped ya
[Chorus]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'
If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic
[Verse 3]
Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy
Yeah, I'm gon' chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini
I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons
Bitch ain't playin' her position, cuttin' her off, this shit too easy
I started off smashin' R&B stars right at the bando
I'm havin' hoes all the way south thinkin' that I abandoned 'em
I'm havin' pimpin' in my blood and I can change the climate
I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it
Can't put a presidential on a bitch 'less she give a **** a ménage
That lil' IG bitch ain't shit, fucked her in the car
Fucked 'round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R
But I started talkin' Chinese from all these sticks in the car
[Chorus]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin' me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it's like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain't no more breathin'
If I don't post and I go ghost, it's gon' be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezin', no way I'm anemic
Written by: Nayvadius Wilburn, Sean Momberger, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Glass
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