Yea Yea Yea Lyrics

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(Yea yea yea)

(Gunna) (Gunna)

(Gunna) (Gunna Gunna Gunna)

Yea they call me Gunna I survived the jungle

Box them up like Ready To Rumble

Niggas rats they be singing like Summer

Bro the plug come get you some bundles

Or send your bitch I'll give her some inches

Stacy Adams I be standing on business

Fuck the k we done brought out the switches

That boy be clicking gas stoves in the kitchen

Niggas don't want no beef promise that ain't shit sweet (Yea yea)

Hundred percent you dying if you come fucking with me (Yea yea)

Burner phone plug changing his number

Mac been locked for a couple of summers

Had to block the bitch I be changing my number

Had you now trying to fuck on your momma

(Yea yea) Had to switch it up I don't deal with no drama

(Yea yea) Scratching shit like Dj Drama

(Yea yea) Bro them took a trip to California

This summer a takeover on my momma black presidential on his wrist Obama

Truck stick forty made little dude fumble

Or was it the nine that got his folks quiet

I don't know it was so many guns that hit him it would've been a miracle if he ain't die

Play my shit in Chicago they going to say he tweaked (Folks ass tweaking)

Call of Duty we got extra shit we on a kill streak

I'm ah keep climbing higher I ain't even reached my peak

Niggas scared to come outside about to start playing Hide-Go-Seek

Got to stand up like a man back up all that shit you said

Rich Porter death got me paranoid think my own niggas want me dead (God damn)

Yea they call me Gunna I survived the jungle

Box them up like Ready To Rumble

Niggas rats they be singing like Summer

Bro the plug come get you some bundles

Or send your bitch I'll give her some inches

Stacy Adams I be standing on business

Fuck the k we done brought out the switches

That boy be clicking gas stoves in the kitchen

Niggas don't want no beef promise that ain't shit sweet (Yea yea)

Hundred percent you dying if you come fucking with me (Yea yea)

Burner phone plug changing his number

Mac been locked for a couple of summers

Had to block the bitch I be changing my number

Had you now trying to fuck on your momma

(Yea yea yea)

(Big Boe shit)