ฟังเพลงMET GALA (Explicit)

Song: MET GALA

Artist: Gunna

Lyrics: Gunna & Wheezy

Composed: Bobby Raps & Wheezy

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

Might drip on this bitch 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 shit 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 fucked up, let me slip in the game

This bitch let me fuck, this shit 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 shit, I put dick 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 shit just from askin', I made this shit happen and passion, it played a big part

I ain't get this bitch 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