Tarentino - Gunja lyrics

Squad [Hook] I smoke lots of marijuana My Robins full of commas My youngins shoot like thunder I bet I can f** yo momma Riding in my Hummer With my lil bro J Money '13, this my summer Man down on Saint Lawrence [Verse 1] I smoke lots of f**ing ganja O'Block shooting sh** like thunder I be piping sh** like plumber I guess I'm flexing, all these commas Want some problems, meet my llama We tote .30s, not revolvers Do a drill up on Saint Lawrence You boy don't want no problem We got lots of f**ing hammers b**h, we thumbing through these commas Robins rolled up, threw me off and My youngins shooting (?) [Hook] I smoke lots of marijuana My Robins full of commas My youngins shoot like thunder I bet I can f** yo momma Riding in my Hummer With my lil bro J Money '13, this my summer Man down on Saint Lauren [Verse 2] b**h I be getting guala Cop a text from the guala That Fendi and Ferragamo Smoke dope and get lots of comma Give yo boy the (?) Don't make me come, let my guap You can get yo whole crew shot b**h I'm eating, not no (?) Off flats, I popped two yeah Boss Top b**h, I'm Guwop Off flats, I popped two yeah Boss Top b**h, I'm Guwop [Hook] I smoke lots of marijuana My Robins full of commas My youngins shoot like thunder I bet I can f** yo momma Riding in my Hummer With my lil bro J Money '13, this my summer Man down on Saint Lauren [Verse 3: Chief Keef] Top, what you on bro? Let's go buy the mall bro Or you wanna buy some ammo? 100 shots coming through like Rambo f** it, I might go flex Boy, you ain't getting no checks b**h I want neck, I don't want s** I don't talk and I don't text All these opps off set I don't give a f**, man Steady talking about you up next But you still don't get enough checks [Hook] I smoke lots of marijuana My Robins full of commas My youngins shoot like thunder I bet I can f** yo momma Riding in my Hummer With my lil bro J Money '13, this my summer Man down on Saint Lauren