Lil Durk – Gunz N Money Lyrics

Lil Durk – Gunz N Money Lyrics
Gunz N Money
Lil Durk
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    "Gunz N Money." - Lil Durk

    Album: 300 Days 300 Nights
    Track No: 02
    Sorry, we don't know you, bitch
    Who you rollin' with?
    Free my bro'nem out the pen
    We been some killers since
    My block, my **** smoking shit
    That's how we rollin' shit
    We do magic, pull up on them, Hocus Pocus shit
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    300, who I'm rollin' with
    Called up bro, we smokin' shit
    If we broke, we pokin' him
    Act like you don't know this shit
    Sip lean to stay focus shit
    Fed my block with dope and pics
    Perculins with coke and shit
    Fifty shots, we drummin' shit
    Fefe, we don't come to them
    We see a opp, we punish him
    Word to Nuski killer
    Word to Chino killer
    Word to Moski killer
    We know we gon' kill you
    You know we don't feel you
    You know we gon' get 'em
    They know we them ****
    They know we them ****
    Bang bro hoes, we brothers, bitch
    THF my brothers, bitch
    Got caught on some other shit
    Throw out the case like Cutler, bitch
    One night, ain't no cuddle, bitch
    Rex, throw me a rubber, bitch
    Can't go raw, can't trust a bitch
    I can't take care of the kids
    Sorry, we don't know you bitch
    Who you rollin' with?
    Free my bro'nem out the pen
    We been some killers since
    My block, my **** smoking shit
    That's how we rollin' shit
    We do magic, pull up on them, Hocus Pocus shit
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Foe'nem, they be wackin' shit
    I ain't with that lackin' shit
    Carry .40s, MACs and shit
    Ink his back like tats and shit
    I be up on racks and shit
    I do what's in my raps and shit
    Fuck a bitch off my IG, don't post my shit, relax, lil' bitch
    Cali sippin' Act' and Tech, I don't how to act with that
    I'm a G with this new K
    Like I'm with the alphabet
    Call up BJ from the pound, no bake, but he gon' make them check
    Late night, drivin' on some boppin' shit
    Go out west with that
    Put them **** on you
    Yeah, they'll done you
    Can't go home at night 'cause I put them **** on you
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    OTF 300, ****, this the year
    Sorry, we don't know you bitch
    Who you rollin' with?
    Free my bro'nem out the pen
    We been some killers since
    My block, my **** smoking shit
    That's how we rollin' shit
    We do magic, pull up on them, Hocus Pocus shit
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Guns and money
    Bow!

    Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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