
Sunna Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Nigga they fake
Nigga they hate
Nigga they broke
I can't relate
Get me a mil put that shit on my plate
Fly in this bitch you can see on my cape
I had to hit on that bitch it was overdue these niggas really don't know what I'm going through
I had to push as a kid I tried climb to the top and you know they gon try they best holding you down
Wasn't like graduation but whenever they talk seem like its all cap wit a gound
I used to be religious but I started questioning shit now this shit really profound
Claim that they really wit you when you close to the edge they gon sneak you and push you out bounds
Nigga be shy wit glizzy when I pull up on scene imma spray shoot the whole hunnit round
Say that they smoking exotic
I got that shit in my pocket
I had to hit on that blick in the back of the truck and she lucky that I even parked it
Im walking I only see red and they tryn take a pic man I aint even on the red carpet
They told me that Scooby its plenty of fish in the sea well I told her that she off the market
I done seen plenty hoes eenie menie miny moe but I don't even want em no more
I done seen price hit the ceiling and flo if the price aint right know that Im hitting up flo
All of my troops in the field and they toting them sticks man its feeling like G I Joe
Know my neck froze and my wrist really froze man Im feeling like I can get used to this cold
Aint no hook on this bih nigga just let me go
I get that bread when I wake up
Stephen I carry my team to a lay up
Dis a new breed man they aint really playa
I get the water fiji man they can't defeat me
Get the money then repeat
Im in my golden state feeling like 3 peat
I pop a p now I'm sleepy
All of these nigga beneath me
Feel like I'm trapped I got no where to go
And I hit from the back and I yank on her fro
And it make me feel good for like seconds I'm gold
But its negative three I'm more celcius cold
And this ginger from Yale she the neck to my bone
And I really exhale and get bread from my phone
Three C on my hair I aint using no comb