Gunna Gp Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm 'bout to start crying right now
And I'm so emotional
Like, my p*ssy is so good
Like, it's so good (Run that back, Turbo)
f*ck

[Verse 1]
That my lil' woe, she been pullin' up on us
Come right to the spot, I put dick in her stomach (Dick in her stomach)
Play with that p*ssy, play with some more money (Yeah)
Young nigga rich and I keep a ho cummin' (Keep a ho cummin')
Shades on my face, all I see is abundance
Cop the new Cullinan truck like it's nothin'
Ridin' in the spaceship with stars in the roof and you still watchin' out for this johnnies (Still watchin' out for the johnnies)
[Chorus]
Lil' mama bad (Lil' mama bad)
Stampin' her passport (Uh)
Money on the dashboard (Money on the dashboard)
Two hundred on the dash (Board)
Strapped like a task force (Force)
Hit her from the back (Hit her from the back)
Bitch, I'm a bad boy (Boy)
Put her on the tab

[Verse 2]
Allеrgic to broke and I heard it's contagious
Been rappin' all night and I count it up daily (Count it) Breakin' hеr back, got her callin' me baby (Yeah)
Pull up with ten, she know I 'preciate it (Ten)
Pull up to the crib, the neighborhood gated
Residency for the summer is Vegas (Res')
Spirit of Ecstasy, cruise with Miss Daisy (Cruise)
I'm floatin' in the back of the Mercedes (Floatin' in the back of Mercedes)
Floatin' on the track got me famous, uh
f*ckin' this ho to a cadence (f*ckin' this ho to a cadence)
Marble in the spot, got it stainless (Uh)
The rich understand my language (The rich understand my language)
You see the pretty picture I painted? (I painted)
You see her pretty face? I paint it (I paint it)
Stackin' more cakes than Danish
We lit 'cross the states and they hate it
[Chorus]
Lil' mama bad (Lil' mama bad)
Stampin' her passport (Uh)
Money on the dashboard (Money on the dashboard)
Two hundred on the dash (Board)
Strapped like a task force (Force)
Hit her from the back (Hit her from the back)
Bitch, I'm a bad boy (Boy)
Put her on the tab