South To West Lyrics – Gunna

South To West Lyrics by Gunna is the latest English song from the album “DS4EVER”. South To West lyrics were written by Byrd, Turbo & Gunna while the song is produced by Byrd & Turbo.

South To West Lyrics

South To West Song Details:

Song South To West
Album DS4EVER
Singer Gunna
Produce by Byrd & Turbo
Lyricist Byrd, Turbo & Gunna

Gunna South To West Lyrics

Playmakers!
Run that back Turbo…

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets
I’m ’bout to catch, I doubled the bet (Yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (Stretch)
Lawyer’s the best, get home with a check (Yeah)

He done fucked up, put some dough on his head
Can’t be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (Uh)
Run this cash up like a motherfucking tread
(A motherfucking tread)
Yeah, yeah

Nigga fucked up tryna hide the bitch
(Hide the bitch)
Drum on the stick, on the side,
a switch (Switch)
Call up a lil’ pretty vibe, pull up and
let her massage the dick (Alright)

Oh, that’s your new ride? We whippin’
and swervin’ all kind of shit (Skrrt)
Whippin’ and runnin’,
my little niggas pullin’ up gunnin’,
they hit what they tryna hit (Tryna hit)

Mouse started runnin’, we shootin’
rounds right in they stomachs and
leave them inside a ditch (Inside a ditch)
Ain’t nothing funny, when you gotta break down an onion,
it look like you frying a brick (Fry)

Hit her on Sunday, she still wanna ask me for money,
she gon’ end up dying a bitch (Dying)
Got me some hundreds and still gotta keep it one hundred
’cause these niggas counterfeit (Yeah, yeah)
We had the longest sex

Good pussy bitch off of Bouldercrest
(Bouldercrest, yeah, yeah)
Inside the Rolls is wrecked
Just like a real nigga, bouncing it back
(I’m bouncing back, yeah, yeah)
Make sure your nose ain’t wet

He fell a victim, addicted to crack
(Addicted to crack, yeah, yeah)
I’m ’bout my Benjamins, check out my neck
All in my business, lil’ bitch,
just relax (Relax, yeah, yeah)

She done got way too attached
Notice they mine ’cause they waists’ is snatched (Yeah, yeah)
Heard your lil’ homie got whacked
We take a life, you ain’t takin’ one back (Yeah, yeah)

You goin’ under attack
Let the whole world know the babies is back (Yeah, yeah)
Spinned them boys, hitting the dash
Crib in the back, got a hundred-yard dash

Oops, I made a mess, G5 for the jets
I’m ’bout to catch, I doubled the bet (Yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (Stretch)
Lawyer’s the best, get home with a check (Yeah)

He done fucked up, put some dough on his head
Can’t be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (Uh)
Run this cash up like a motherfucking tread
(A motherfucking tread)
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah…
Yeah, yeah…
Yeah, yeah…
Yeah, yeah…
Yeah, yeah…
Yeah, yeah…

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