| Peel out the lot in that four door new Mazi
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| Pull up with that bag and we 'bout to go shopping
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| Walk inside Sacs and we know that I’m copping
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| I got some Tom Ford, Dior, and Zanotti
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| I got twenty whores inside of the lobby
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| That Rolls a two door, it’s still a big body
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| Treat my niggas like royalty, we not divided
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| I’ll count up some more, make sure that we got it
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| I had to grind and this shit don’t come free
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| Stunk up the whole house when I broke down a P
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| Got mine out the streets and I brought home a feast
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| I do it for my fam, I don’t just do it for me
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| When I took a loss, man that made me a beast
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| The car in your name, but that shit still a lease
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| They’ll let niggas pop but don’t pop shit on me
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| I’ll cut your shit top, leave your brains in the seat
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| No more baby bottles, we pour out the pint
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| I bust in her mouth, flew her back to the bay
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| That Wraith make me feel like I’m floating in space
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| I went to Old Nat now I’m back in L. A
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| I still got that Rolex to keep up the day
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| Gon' shine on these hoes like the middle of May
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| We only pour four just to see how it tastes
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| I got me a K and ain’t nobody safe
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| I’m putting dick in his bitch, so I know why he hate
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| When he got on the plate, he was already ate
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| Before that bag was already made
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| I got me some racks but there’s more I can make
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| Stones in my wrist, put a stone in my face
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| Treat that bitch like a fish and I give her some bait
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| Label they calling, they wan' know my rate
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| Shout out Offset cause bitch I beat the case
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| Peel out the lot in that four door new Mazi
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| Pull up with that bag and we 'bout to go shopping
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| Walk inside Sacs and we know that I’m copping
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| I got some Tom Ford, Dior, and Zanotti
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| I got twenty whores inside of the lobby
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| That Rolls a two door, it’s still a big body
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| Treat my niggas like royalty, we not divided
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| I’ll count up some more, make sure that we got it
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| Before hit the awards, man I pop me some molly
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| That shit was so pure, had me itching and rocking
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| Then poured up some Tech, had me leaning and scratching
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| And a half of a Xan just to help me relax
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| And I pulled that lil' ho she was from Calabasas
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| Don’t know her real name but she looked like that action
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| Took her to the room, we couldn’t go to the mansion
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| And then dropped her off with my locs who on Stanton
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| Stunting that bitch must’ve thought she was Kourtney Kardashian
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| I hit and I run like a muhfucking accident
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| Pulled up to the spot, don’t see nun' but some packages
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| And I got some Sprite finna mix 'em with Actavis
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| Po-pour it up, make sure it Act in it
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| Pull up with that stick shoot it rapidly
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| Bang yo shit out with the accuracy
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| Call up a cop it’s a emergency
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| Got some racks and I’m feeding my family
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| Fuck all you hoes who abandoned me
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| They slandered my name, tried to damage me
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| All of that hate brought me currency
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| I woke niggas up, never heard of me
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| I heard niggas say they gon' murder me
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| Pull up with the stick, look like 30 deep
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| Peel off in that lot in that new GT
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| Peel out the lot in that four door new Mazi
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| Pull up with that bag and we 'bout to go shopping
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| Walk inside Sacs and we know that I’m copping
|
| I got some Tom Ford, Dior, and Zanotti
|
| I got twenty whores inside of the lobby
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| That Rolls a two door, it’s still a big body
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| Treat my niggas like royalty, we not divided
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| I’ll count up some more, make sure that we got it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shopping , by - Gunna. Song from the album Drip Season 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп