Gunna Grimes - Formation lyrics

[Intro: LD] I could swear something' just got bun I could do this rolling with gang I can do this sh** on my ones On the opp block they run I could swear something' just got bun I could do this rolling with gang I can do this sh** on my ones [Verse 1: Scrams] They know about me, don't lack Hit O and flip my pack I like my ones black Coco, breast and back I do road, fact I might take your pack This summer I might do map But for now, man'a just trap Like anywhere man'a let that go 4 4 guys in skrr, lurking moving low I got my shank, and it's got that pole I do him first, cah you know I love my bro [Verse 2: ZN] It's like 44's in that long truck doing mad road And I swear that little man's on but the only problems he talks loads Just copped a pack of bro and I bruck it down into bare stones Tryna' mash all that bread and it got me up like I need phones Ring trap, as soon as I send these texts I wanna see bands In the trap house man doing ugh, f** these cats Pissed if I wanna take a sh**, the toilets mad But it's all for the dash [Hook: LD] If I pull up we warzing No formation no tactics but out on the field we scoring Bro got away but I got grabbed you know I never saw him Get around on my ones, get around with gang on the opp block we touring On the opp block they run I could swear something' just got bun I could do this rolling with gang I can do this sh** on my ones On the opp block they run I could swear something' just got bun I could do this rolling with gang I can do this sh** on my ones [Verse 3: Gunna Grimes] Man'a got money and grub How you gonna snitch on your bro land road talk alla dat crud Let me crush this bud Just had words with the plug Now I just bruck down grub Me and Scrams in the trap We finesse and jugg It's like tings all mad My bro just stepped in the room now He got his hands on a rrah Couldn't give a f** about boom bow It's like tings all mad My bro just stepped in the room now He got his hands on a rrah Couldn't give a f** about boom bow [Verse 4: Stampface] Anyone Gunna is and Scrams is on then trust me I'm on them too Holla at Baby R like lets make money lets get this food Saw that n***a that owe me P like half of a Benley blue Catch that guy on a rebound stamp mans face till it splits in 2 Can't go where it ain't safe, roll up bait Bare man talking the talk they don't know Stampface Holla at bro for the amm, skinny n***a I'm moving weight f** all of these opps, snitch n***as they sing like Drake Get round in that truck with gang for n***as adding that K [Hook: LD] If I pull up we warzing No formation no tactics but out on the field we scoring Bro got away but I got grabbed you know I never saw him Get around on my ones, get around with gang on the opp block we touring On the opp block they run I could swear something' just got bun I could do this rolling with gang I can do this sh** on my ones On the opp block they run I could swear something' just got bun I could do this rolling with gang I can do this sh** on my ones [Verse 5: Baby R] Washed n***as ain't tryna get rich I just robbed me 18 z's, I was tryna get a brick I can't trust no thot, I'm screaming out lifes a b**h n***as screaming 86k that sh**'s on a myth Look, man still f** your gang So pissed, 1 move made 3 of my bro's dem up in the can No face no chase when I run up in your trap like show me the bands Bros dem looking at 10, that weren't part of the plan My bro now ordering canteen, other day we was counting bands I get the pack I break it down Break it down I flood the strip My amm is damn my amm is loud Call me up you wan't a bit Talk is cheap I get busy On my life I never slip It's like the air I get lizzy God bless the trap n***as n***as love talking packs, Man I'll jerk your O's Swear them boy's that Youngs got beef on tune I got beef on the roads How man talk sh**? Had man crying in jail, he don't want it from the 8 of the 6 What's wrong with Maud Maud Maud