Video On Tour » Gunna Lyrics | Musica Rap

Gunna - On Tour Lyrics

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Gunna Gunna pop it when he want
I'm a Don, I popped a Pérignon (yeah)
[?] smoking Biscotti and some Rum (smoke)
Don't get hair, sticking my finger in her bum (yah)
Fendi shopping it, upgrade stuff for fun (that's fun)
Nigga keep copying, your whole crew wanna be us (on god)
They see me out here, no one showed me love
I'm waiting in the sky by the clouds no need to reach out
Bosses everywhere, yeah these chrome hearts (chrome hearts)
Lucky sixty bands came from Goyard (goyard)
Whippin' that new Lamb like a Nascar (SKRR)
Iced out Cartier, it's a Jaguar (ICE)
Yeah, laying low, I know how to play my cards (cards) (yeah)
My Rolls Royce, bring your kid a CD toy (toy) (shhh)
Shut the door, these millions got me paranoid
You can't afford me, Smooky MarGiela boys