Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sold Out Dates , by - Gunna. Release date: 15.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sold Out Dates |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Young, young, young Gunna, yeah |
| Run that back, Turbo |
| Baby |
| Sold-out dates, cash every day |
| I got you Hermés, I light up Blu-rays |
| This cheetah my pet, the condo a cage |
| Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid |
| My jacket Off-White, don’t mean that it’s beige |
| I clean up real nice, I don’t got a maid |
| An ape in the night, I’m still rockin' Bape |
| Live on paradise, I don’t see the shade |
| 'Nother backend, I’m back on the road |
| Flooded Patek, paid off a show |
| Drippin' is rare, more this Vlone |
| Hoes by the pair, I’m never alone |
| Sleep on the Lear, Comme des Garçons |
| Drop eight in a two and let it dissolve |
| Balmain my denim, young GunWunna ball |
| Rock the whole concert and hopped in a frog |
| My foreign’s a toy, I’m still a kid |
| 10K this year for Coachella, it’s lit |
| Rolls got umbrellas to cover her wig |
| Open Ceremony, left them in a trench |
| Lightning bolt diamonds 'cause I want revenge |
| We straight like a line, man, I really got rich |
| Some more fancy yellow diamonds in my piss |
| Don’t get it confused, I’m still bangin' the six |
| New Cartier, Gunna a don |
| Niggas tryna soak up the drip like a sponge |
| Hatred’s contagious, I keep me a gun |
| I’m focused on makin' a M in a month |
| Baby order twenty thousand in ones |
| Walk in and buy, I’m not asking how much |
| Red on the bottom, you need to catch up |
| Consistently droppin', I need me a dub |
| Sold-out dates, cash every day |
| I got you Hermés, I light up Blu-rays |
| This cheetah my pet, the condo a cage |
| Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid |
| My jacket Off-White, don’t mean that it’s beige |
| I clean up real nice, I don’t got a maid |
| An ape in the night, I’m still rockin' Bape |
| Live on paradise, I don’t see the shade |
| Me and young Gunna back at it again |
| We just left New York, double datin' with twins |
| I just bought a Wraith, I retired the Benz |
| I fired my bitch and I hired her friend |
| I see all the hate through these Cartier lens |
| Every two months tryna put up an M |
| My dog caught a body, they got it on film |
| He still rockin' Gucci watches in the pen |
| Take a trip 'round the globe then we do it again |
| Got 'em watchin' my drip, guess I’m settin' the trend |
| Louis backpack, hit the jet and I’m gone |
| I don’t post what I do 'cause these niggas be clones |
| See these diamonds they hittin', these VVS stones |
| Got a championship ring, I just brought it home |
| FN is plastic, them bullets like pellets |
| This Givenchy jacket, this ain’t Pelle Pelle |
| Sold out dates, you know I don’t play |
| The last eight months straight, got no time for breaks |
| On they neck 'til it breaks, ain’t pushin' no brakes |
| I got on two watches, I still come in late |
| It feel like my birthday, I’m gettin' this cake |
| I pop like I got it, I’m holdin' my weight |
| I control the projects, I’m pushin' this weight |
| I’m sippin' this sizzurp, I poured me an eight |
| Sold-out dates, cash every day |
| I got you Hermés, I light up Blu-rays |
| This cheetah my pet, the condo a cage |
| Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid |
| My jacket Off-White, don’t mean that it’s beige |
| I clean up real nice, I don’t got a maid |
| An ape in the night, I’m still rockin' Bape |
| Live on paradise, I don’t see the shade |