Gunna Got Soul Lyrics

Gunna, I am the truest with the sound Swaggin' knees, bop, I'm the coolest nigga round

Before the strip shit, I was movin' with the pounds

Straight block work, never movin' off the mound

Ages to the sky, Harlem representin' is the basis of my fly

Move around the nation in disguise, I'm like ghosts with the flows

I got the power to make it rise

Pound cakes, no just sittin' to brown cake

I'm like a earthquake with cake, I'm makin' the ground shake

Money fly through postal with a touchdown safe

Soon as I touch down safe, we givin' them uptown shakes

Money in abundance, that's an uptown pace

This an uptown place

I'm a 125th and that's a uptown face

Move under the radar, another uptown case

I'm like the uptown chain

No Rockefeller, no acapella, yeah, I can sell her

Water to a well, too, I'm a top-notch fella

Better check the records, I'm the realest

Much respected by the bosses of the bosses

Don't you ever disrespect it, or death come quick

I might let one rip through your tissues, don't you trip

I'm official, don't forget

No more issues, I'm the shit gunner, baby

I'm the nigga with the hits

You bet top five stick me in the middle of the list

Sittin' in the middle of the strip, comin' off the middle of the hip

Bow, good aim, I'm about as real as it gets

Better duck, motherfucker, I'm like Billy with the stick

Shoot a fuckin' apple off your head

Knockin' your roof off, buildin' the castle of the dead

Ain't worried about jail, no hassle with the feds

We got good alibis, we kill cattle with the land

Lawyer on standby, can't see that damn fly

And I have to clip his wings and be askin' his fam why

I just move around the puzzle like that Pac-Man guy

While them ghosts on my tail, I'm tryin' to stack fans high

Generational wealth before the ship capsize

Me and Big Bro drivin' back-to-back rides

All foreign seats when the hatchbacks slide

Mad facts, lies, they tellin' all of they rhymes

We tryin' to turn dreams real, that's a cash act prize

All real money, let the NASDAQ rise

Haters starin' down with the emoji eyes

Why they lookin' all surprised like we really ain't them guys

Like the corp we cut from ain't from N.Y

Like hustlin' ain't our life, ain't come from flippin' pies

Fuckin' up the strip, ain't a product of genocide

Like we don't make plays when real niggas collide

Like we ain't got the swag and bitches don't wanna slide

Like we ain't from Harlem, my nigga, what the fuck is you high

Too many pot pills, the doctor didn't prescribe

When we come through, big deal, niggas are full of vibes

Gunna