Gunna - Paid In Full lyrics

[Chorus: Gunna] Young Gunna, he came from the South But I might pull over in the Zone 6 We ride with them Glocks and the sticks Thuggin' with Pablo done got me hood rich Forgiato, drop the top off the six Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp Them my hours that I pulled me a lick Burning Audis, we ain't trading out whips You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the b**h For my dog, n***as know we wouldn't switch She s** the balls and my b**h get the clip I stack it all, get that money like Mitch With the faucet b**h you know I'ma drip Too many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air Too many choppers, we gon' leave the field [Verse 1: HoodRich Pablo Juan] Ridin' in an all white Porsche, same color the rewrap Saint Laurent kicks, ballin' like a peaco*k Pull up on your b**h and skeet in her mouth I'm from the hood, empty Louis pouch Rich n***a put a safe under the ground Ten choppers, we got a thousand rounds Send in that work like it's Chinatown f** and forget her, I send her to lost and found The four door coupe, that's an A7 Audi Real street n***a, I got stripes like the bear Got a plug for the low, he gon' send it from Cali Old school, I got dope in my Rally f**ed that lil b**h just for another addy My young n***a wildin' out, Nick Cannon Zone 6, serve you at Tony Valley (1'5) Pour up an old nine, f** a Natty [Chorus: Gunna] Young Gunna, he came from the South But I might pull over in the Zone 6 We ride with them Glocks and the sticks Thuggin' with Pablo done got me hood rich Forgiato, drop the top off the six Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp Them my hours that I pulled me a lick Burning Audis, we ain't trading out whips You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the b**h For my dog, n***as know we wouldn't switch She s** the balls and my b**h get the clip I stack it all, get that money like Mitch With the faucet b**h you know I'ma drip Too many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air Too many choppers, we gon' leave the field [Verse 2: DrugRixh Hect] I'm puttin' tax on it, we ain't playin' fair One call away, we gon' pull up and get it crackin' anywhere And we in the streets, we ain't seen you there Got a new chopper, this b**h roll like a wheelchair f** on your b**h and she tell me you still care These the new 81's, I'm coppin' every pair Pull up and air that b**h out and get out of there I'm having racks in my skinnies and diamonds yeah These n***as broke, ain't even having bricks fare I be state to state, I keep a safe everywhere HoodRich, f** up a check, I got trap fare Runnin' with me in the 6, you wouldn't last there Homies on every street, young n***as everywhere Hit with the shot, got bodies droppin' everywhere Pull up like secret service, we gon' meet you there Still on the bullsh**, we ain't playin' fair [Chorus: Gunna] Young Gunna, he came from the South But I might pull over in the Zone 6 We ride with them Glocks and the sticks Thuggin' with Pablo done got me hood rich Forgiato, drop the top off the six Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp Them my hours that I pulled me a lick Burning Audis, we ain't trading out whips You caught me poppin', helpin' out with the b**h For my dog, n***as know we wouldn't switch She s** the balls and my b**h get the clip I stack it all, get that money like Mitch With the faucet b**h you know I'ma drip Too many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth Lot of bosses, we got weed in the air Too many choppers, we gon' leave the field