Gunja

Squad [Hook] I smoke lots of marijuana My Robins full of commas My youngins shoot like (?) I bet I can fuck yo momma Riding in my Hummer With my lil bro J Money '13, this my summer Man down on Saint Lauren [Verse 1] I smoke lots of fucking ganja O'Block shooting shit like (?) I be piping shit like plumber I guess I'm flexing, all these commas Want some problems, meet my llama We tote .30s, not revolvers Do a drill up on Saint Lauren You boy don't want no problem We got lots of fucking Hummers Bitch, we thumbing through these commas Robins rolled up, threw me off and My youngins shooting (?) [Hook] [Verse 2] Bitch I be getting guala Cop a text from the guala Got Fendi and Ferragamo Smoke dope and get lots of comma Give yo boy the (?) Don't make me come, let my guap You can get yo whole crew shot Bitch I'm eating, not no (?) Off flats, I popped two yeah BossTop bitch I'm Guwop Off flats, I popped two yeah BossTop bitch I'm Guwop [Hook] [Verse 3: Chief Keef] Top, what you on bro? Let's go buy the mall bro Or you wanna buy some ammo? 100 shots come through the door like Rambo Fuck it, I might know flex Boy, you ain't getting no checks Bitch I want neck, I don't want sex I don't talk and I don't text All these opps off set I don't give a fuck, man Steady talking about you up next But you still don't get enough checks [Hook]