At the Hotel (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Young Jordan) Lyrics

At The Hotel ft. Lil Uzi Vert & Young Jordan - GUNNA

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Playmakers

Yeah

Turn up

Run that back Turbo

Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel)

I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail)

New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh)

Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail)

This ship ain't going on sale (on sale)

Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale)

Can't fuck with you, Petty LaBelle (lil Petty)

Me and my brother like Kenan and Kel (Kenan and Kel)

Seen the rest of my niggas in jail (jail)

Lot of smoke when that Demon fishtail (yeah it smoke)

Niggas hoes and they startin' to reveal (niggas hoes)

Damn I hope he don't tell

He solid, I'm paying his bail

Ain't no fake shit, we keepin' it real

I keep me a hammer, no nails

Moved out the condo to L

Shootout like Rondo, the opps

The codeine dissolving these pills

Gucci drip down to my socks

Drove the Hellcat out of here

Wintertime, mink or the fox

New wrist, she milly my watch (milly my watch)

(Yeah), yeah, if we slime then I'm slimin' you out

And there's too many thots in the house

I can't fuck then I'm kicking you out

I still mention my bag with a pouch

I'm a young gangster mixed with a scout

I just stacked me a bigger amount

Had to show you what Gunna be 'bout

(Yeah), yeah, I did this shit with no bouts

I let your bitch whip it round

Fucking her ass and her mouth

Glad that I came out the South

Made it through hate and the doubt

Drippin', it gave me some clout

Take a G5 through the clouds

Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel)

I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail)

New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh)

Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail)

This ship ain't going on sale (on sale)

Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale)

Woah! Slatt

Got big guns like Will

Don't make me want kill

Fuck her, I don't bill

Woah, yeah, all-white gold no steel

Rose gold link on chill

My diamonds they teal

They hit white, in the light, and at night can't tell

You know that my name it ring bells

You know I'm hot like a lie bell

I put my dick in your female

No pasta but makin' me shells

The Lambo, I need a seatbelt

Two-hundred my dash, you could tell

You racin' but chasin' a tail

I drop my top like it's Montel

You know Gunna double-C, Chanel

No Jordan hide behind spell

You know forty with the hollow shell

With that smell baby, YSL

Ooh mister, uh, slimy like a snail, yeah

These diamonds on my wrist, them bitches wet just like a whale

My new crib so big, yeah my backyard it got a trail

You know my swag is so clean, got green, I'm talking kale

Clip long like a unibrow, so my Glock it name Helga

Took me one whole day to fly that bitch and she Australian

What's her name, don't look like a snitch so I ain't with the tellin

Yeah yeah

Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel)

I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail)

New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh)

Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail)

This ship ain't going on sale (on sale)

Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale)

Woah, yeah, we just been living it better

YSL, we want the smoke, that's forever

Feel like a mice on the race to the cheddar

In the penthouse, we came straight out the shelter

Yeah we came straight out the shelter

Woah, yeah, I got a bro, they'll melt you

You got the cards that they dealt you

They mad a nigga ain't felt them

Woah, yeah, woah FN is light as a feather

Hit him two times, Raymond Felton

We still in the race for the cheddar

Woah, yeah, woah, Gunna Gunna in the Tesla (swerve)

Doors up like a feather

Models pullin' in every time that we let 'em (yeah)

Woah, yeah, slimy slimy, yeah we slimes (slatt)

AP Hublot for the time (slatt)

So a ho can't waste my time (no)

Baby VV's cost a dime (dime)

Streets heating up,

me and Gunna got the iron (press 'em, press 'em, press 'em)

Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel)

I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail)

New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh)

Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail)

This ship ain't going on sale (on sale)

Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale)