ฟังเพลงMET GALA

Song: MET GALA

Artist: Gunna

Lyrics: Bobby Raps, Gunna, Wheezy

Composed: Bobby Raps, Wheezy

It's easy to slip don't want you to fall

Might drip on this b**ch like Met Gala ballin'

Answer her texts don't answer her calls

Yeah she sent me a text I don't answer her call

She love when I flex and shop in the mall

Relieving her stress I beat down her walls

Skeet-skeet on her chest she kissin' my balls

We speed in that 'Vette don't stop for the laws

VVs on my neck I shine in the dark

It's easy to slip don't want you to fall

Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball

Shoot your sh*t up I got accurate aim

Poured up a few mil' now I'm back like I came

That boy say my name I went and got me some strain

You know I don't crash I just stay in my lane

Please don't compare because we not the same

GunWun ain't no gimmick ain't clownin' for fame

I trapped for a living and been had a name

Work hard for these clothes cars and watches and chains

Oh man Rolls-Royce got umbrellas this whip for the rain

These folks done f**ked up let me slip in the game

This b**ch let me f**k this sh*t went to her brain

She know I'm a beast it ain't easy to tame

She squirt on my sheets while I beat out her frame

Dozed off woke back up she still sayin' my name

In love with my life and you wish we could trade

Yeah she sent me a text I don't answer her call

She love when I flex and shop in the mall

Relieving her stress I beat down her walls

Skeet-skeet on her chest she kissin' my balls

We speed in that 'Vette don't stop for the laws

VVs on my neck I shine in the dark

It's easy to slip don't want you to fall

Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball

Walk in with the drip like Met Gala Ball

Came in and she strip her panties and all

Lip gloss on her lip suck me like a ho

A boss and a pimp I bought me a ship

I walk with a limp FN in my drawers

When she talk that sh*t I put d**k in her jaws

I hit and don't miss ain't no win lose or draw

Hit and don't miss ain't no win lose or draw

Came from Flat Shoals and Old Nat

On the South in that back you get whacked

Then get shot in your car

Why hell you think that I'm maxin'

Relaxin' in mansions no cappin' 'cause we had it hard

I ain't get this sh*t just from askin'

I made this sh*t happen and passion it played a big part

I ain't get this b**ch off of mackin'

It came off of actions and fashion and stay in accord

Yeah she sent me a text I don't answer her call

She love when I flex and shop in the mall

Relieving her stress I beat down her walls

Skeet-skeet on her chest she kissin' my balls

We speed in that 'Vette don't stop for the laws

VVs on my neck I shine in the dark

It's easy to slip don't want you to fall

Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball