Lyrics rodeo dr – Gunna
And I’m right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You n**gas still sipping Carol
She would appear in and lay at the condo
We by the new Margiano
Helping me pick out some business I’m narcos
Thinking I should take the Bronco, yeah, OJ
Gotta go get it tomorrow
I’m selling out The Apollo, inside my body is hollow
Yeah, count up them racks get your folks out the ghetto
You know, that was always the model
The n**ga won’t talk out the side of his neck
I just let his BM come and swallow
Tell my lil brudda we pulling up spanking
These n**gas for thinking we h0es
You know I’m explaining
I don’t know what you thinking
But you helped a young n**ga grow
You added the two rings I bought for my fingers
I paid like six hunnid or more
Gave out so many guns I bought so many Benz
You ask my real n**gas, know
I’ve been putting that sh!t on
Showing these boys how to dress
Get fresh and pull up with the h0es
Cap a*s n**ga been sending me threats
To the West I get love from the Locs
Let me turn back around and go back to my cell
For a n**ga with internet jokes
The sh!t I’m still doing it for Jeff and Lil Keed
You know it’s RIP to the pope
And my heart covered in chrome
Damn im just now rocking chrome
Gunna back up in the morning
Baby, just passing me robes
Heavy little spinners been doing it wrong
I never talk on the phone
Hearing the crowd say they want to be known
Mad that we didn’t put them on
And I’m right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You n**gas still sipping Carol
She would appear in and lay at the condo
We by the new Margiano
Helping me pick out some business I’m narcos
Thinking I should take the Bronco, yeah, OJ
Gotta go get it tomorrow
I’m selling out The Apollo, inside my body is hollow
Yeah, count up them racks get your folks out the ghetto
You know, that was always the model
The n**ga won’t talk out the side of his neck
I just let his BM come and swallow
You Pick the fight ain’t no way
You can run from a n**ga because we going at it
I know some n**ga been the dungeon
They say they feel me like fabric
I know heard I’ve been pulling up pressing
These n**gas who claiming I ratted
Yeah, I’m all on a yacht with my motherf**kin shirt
Off look at if My whole body tatted
Got the T Rex automatic
No, I ain’t sign to Atlantic
Bulletproof trucking it’s matted
I ain’t taking sh!t else for granted
All this sh!t cost ain’t nothing for free
In these streets, yeah, I got to have it
Yeah it’s the Young Gunna Wunna
And I’m still big P and it’s spelled like Dallas
Back on the addy
One of my diamonds is a Patek
I got these n**gas the maddest
I’m dressing up like a salad
I sent his
I sent his BM the Addy
She pulled up with no panties
In my Los Angeles Palace
And I’m right back on Rodeo
Still got some boys on the payroll
You n**gas still sipping Carol
She would appear in and lay at the condo
We by the new Margiano
Helping me pick out some business I’m narcos
Thinking I should take the Bronco, yeah, OJ
Gotta go get it tomorrow
I’m selling out The Apollo, inside my body is hollow
Yeah, count up them racks get your folks out the ghetto
You know, that was always the model
The n**ga won’t talk out the side of his neck
I just let his BM come and swallow…
➤ Written by Gunna, Angelo & Florian Flo Ongonga
Album: a Gift & a Curse
Produced by Angelo & Florian Flo Ongonga
Gunna | 2023
