The Gunna ARGENTINA

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[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Gunna]
Okay
Me and Wheezy, we havin’ hoes from Argentina to California
Bitches in the Bentley, beef goin’ up, the street playin’ one of our songs, yeah
Talkin’ bout givin’ her D, now they fuckin’ with me, tryna see who we on
Smoke shit, not ignorin’, swervin’ ’round in these toys
Stack a lot of fudge, diamond on my thumb, make her pussy cum, yeah
Two hundred in a month, know she gettin’ some, she suck it ’til it’s numb, uh
This Bentley shit for fun, it’s a [?], Yves Saint Laurent, yeah
On a lot of runs, hop to the sun, I can touch the sky
We gon’ take back those niggas who chasin’ that clout for a bust (Uh)
You pussies gon’ talk to my niggas ’cause they know we get the business done
[?] talk to you niggas and trust me, we gonna keep a grudge
Swear to God that I’m goin’ all out for my family, I might pay a visit to your mom
I got a hundred-thousand in my pocket, lil’ nigga, I got it out the swamp
I said „Ho, [?] you watchin’, [?], somebody else plottin’, get you some”
Got checks like Nikey, my boxers Versace and now my whole engine in the trunk
I can make her my wifey and have her all icy and hire security like Trump
[?] spit, and feelin’ my hip, can’t nobody size me
Heard that young boy got clipped, should’ve watched his lip, I’m on that slime shit
She give me her pussy and…