Gunna – 3 Headed Snake Lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Shit, me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
I bought me a Benz, it came with a shank
I fuck on your friends, I fuck on your bae
Every time I pretend, it came with a bait (Uh-huh)
I was in a Royce, I was seeing space
‘Bouta fuck a bitch brain, my DM’s late
Bitch, you ain’t my sensei
You could use my nut to cleanse your face

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Bitch, drink my nut like E&J
I was fucked up bro, had to reinstate (Uh-huh)
Look and see I’m straight
We sexin’, we ain’t got a birthday cake (Uh-huh)
Gotta keep an AK
These niggas play games like arcade (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Porsche
See you’re unloyal, had to part ways (Uh-huh)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Gunna]
I drip on my dawg’s stage
I brought this shit down at the Barclays (Uh-huh)
I fucked her at Ross place
I ran it up, fillin’ my dawg’s safe (Uh-huh)
Cashed out on some dog, yay
You niggas was taught to follow the way (Uh-huh)
I blocked a thot today
Stop blowing up my number and stalkin’ my page (Uh-huh)
I got a thot, uh, I got a thot, hey
If I leave the spot, I go to the yacht, hey
New Gucci stocks, cover her twat, hey
Givenchy socks, dress up the spot, hey
Jeepers creepers, the gators got measles, shit
I fucked up the bank, bought a rose gold shank, yeah
No realer than this
Dunk with the assist, we hit us a lick (Lick)
Slime in that bitch
I went and got rich, my necklace glist’ (Yeah)
Two hundred a fist
One hundred my bitch, I’m real as it get (Uh huh)
Talkin’ that shit, I hope your kids still humped all your kids
They hit up my mans
They caught him down bad, I want some revenge
I ran up them M’s
Need cash in my bank or pull up in a Brinks

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Verse 4: Young Thug & Gunna]
Top off the Benz, the one with no space
It’s drivin’ itself, hit the gas and the brakes
I had her bent inside of the Wraith
The size, the tint, the curtain, the weight
I had to sprint all way to the end
I lost some old friends, couldn’t keep up the pace
Copped the new Lam’ and put it on land
These fuck niggas mad, I see it in they face
The jet that I’m on, its muzzle got Wraith
I’m dodging the rain and I’m dodging the hate
I don’t need a pass ’cause I’m not in school
You playin’, you gon’ be another cold case
My diamonds gon’ dance, they come and enhance
My dick in her hand, I bet it get ate
I spent sixty bands on one of my cases
The paperwork in, my co-D is safe
YSL, we the guys
We murder him and his tribe
I show you around like a spy
This city is mine ’til I die, ah
Patek the rock, ah
Soon up, we shoot at your spot, ah
Perfectly aim for the top, ah
Fuckin’ your ho ’til she tired, yeah
Yeah, just look at these rocks, uh
Lil’ mama got top, it’s wet as a mop, whoa
I creep in the spot
It’s knot knots on me on the way out
Got too many vibes
She feelin’ my brother, we swiggity-swap (Thugger)
Keep sendin’ him Dots
I’m gon’ free my cousin, I won’t let him rot
You sent me a dyke
I fucked her so good, I got her back right
It’s locked, and she got Suge jaws
But I never want the key to the heart, nah
She say my music art
And love it when I’m rappin’ with a guitar
We really came from the A
My shit flowin’, havin’ plenty of bars

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
Me, Gunna, and Wheezy, that’s a three-headed snake
We done made a few M’s and I’m straight
Got me a mil’, it fit my plate
Shit, the teeth on plastic plate
Just ’cause I listen don’t mean I debate, uh
I don’t got no time to be late
I done missed a few mils, got some buried in the lake
Hey, constantly dodging the grave
The world is a cage, the Planet of Apes (Planet)
Gotta keep the family straight
We know what it takes, the slimiest snakes, uh
I done ran up a whole mil’
I’m chubby, but shit, my pockets in shape, uh
Got racks all inside the safe
If I run out of space, stay booked out of state

[Outro: Gunna]
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh (Aimin’ at a gate)
Aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate (Aimin’ at a gate, mmh)
(Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate, mmh
Aimin’ at a date, aimin’ at a Wraith, aimin’ at a gate)

Rambo – Marty Baller feat. Rich The Kid lyrics

Lyrics Marty Baller – Rambo

None of you heard of that
None of you heard of that
I get herbal back
Smoking that herbal pack
None of you heard of that (Marty Baller)
Marty Baller, hello.(rambo)

Young nigga sixteen (Yeah)
Six five, sixteen (Yeah)
Niggas know what I mean (Yeah)
I know you ain’t heard of that (Yeah)
Young nigga going Rambo (Rambo)
Chopper loaded up the ammo (Ammo)
Desert Eagle with the camo (Camo)
Fifty hit him through his flannel (Yeah).

F*ck it, I’ma cop a Lambo (Lambo)
I just came up with some grams bro (Yeah)
I ain’t even let my fam know (Yeah)
I ain’t even let my mans know (Yeah)
‘Cause they will not understand (Understand)
Was broke and now I’m the man (Now I’m the man)
I had a better plan (I had a better plan)
I’m tryna’ cop me some land (Tryna’ cop me some land)
‘Cause I need a house (Nigga) versuri-lyrics.info
You keep running your mouth (Yeah)
I’ma rub on your spouse (Hello)
Then I’m kicking her out (Bye-bye)
Sour diesel got me lazy (Yeah)
Got me feeling so amazing (Uh)
Got me talking to you crazy (Whoa)
Got me acting like I’m brazy (Whoa)
I be tripping, I be dazy
Man this kush, it got me faded (Whoa)
Pick it up and I be aiming (Yeah)
Leave a nigga on the pavement (Yeah)
He was talking to me fly (He was talking to me fly)
Now you talking from the sky (Now you talking from the sky )
f*ck it, meet him when I’m there (f*ck it meet him when I’m there)
Tell that nigga I don’t care (Tell that nigga I don’t care).

Young nigga sixteen (Yeah)
Six five, sixteen (Yeah)
Niggas know what I mean (Yeah)
I know you ain’t heard of that (Yeah)
Young nigga going Rambo (Rambo)
Chopper loaded up the ammo (Ammo)
Desert Eagle with the camo (Camo)
Fifty hit him through his flannel (Yeah).

Pull up, I shoot like Rambo
I … your b*tch through the back door (b*tch)
I f*cked that hoe on the top floor (Ya)
Rollie it cost me a whole load (Load)
Counting that money, that blue cheese (Blue cheese)
Act right, on a four of the lean (Lean)
Won’t miss, got a scope and a beam
On her knees, she gon’ suck the whole team (What?)
All of my niggas we ready (We ready)
New Gucci, no guiseppes (Gucci)
Pop a pill now she ready (Ya)
I just wanna f*ck and .. (Ya)
Passed out on a bar (Lean)
Seventeen had a .. (Woo)
Ride with that chopper, I stay in that push to start.

Young nigga sixteen (Yeah)
Six five, sixteen (Yeah)
Niggas know what I mean (Yeah)
I know you ain’t heard of that (Yeah)
Young nigga going Rambo (Rambo)
Chopper loaded up the ammo (Ammo)
Desert Eagle with the camo (Camo)
Fifty hit him through his flannelll.
Marty Baller lyrics
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Marty Baller – Rambo (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Intro: Marty Baller]
None of you heard of that
None of you heard of that
I get herbal back
Smoking that herbal pack
None of you heard of that (Marty Baller)
Marty Baller, hello

[Hook: Marty Baller]
Young nigga sixteen (Yeah)
Six five, sixteen (Yeah)
Niggas know what I mean (Yeah)
I know you ain’t heard of that (Yeah)
Young nigga going Rambo (Rambo)
Chopper loaded up the ammo (Ammo)
Desert Eagle with the camo (Camo)
Fifty hit him through his flannel (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Marty Baller]
Fuck it, I’ma cop a Lambo (Lambo)
I just came up with some grams bro (Yeah)
I ain’t even let my fam know (Yeah)
I ain’t even let my mans know (Yeah)
‘Cause they will not understand (Understand)
Was broke and now I’m the man (Now I’m the man)
I had a better plan (I had a better plan)
I’m tryna’ cop me some land (Tryna’ cop me some land)
‘Cause I need a house (Nigga)
You keep running your mouth (Yeah)
I’ma rub on your spouse (Hello)
Then I’m kicking her out (Bye-bye)
Sour diesel got me lazy (Yeah)
Got me feeling so amazing (Uh)
Got me talking to you crazy (Whoa)
Got me acting like I’m brazy (Whoa)
I be tripping, I be dazy
Man this kush, it got me faded (Whoa)
Pick it up and I be aiming (Yeah)
Leave a nigga on the pavement (Yeah)
He was talking to me fly (He was talking to me fly)
Now you talking from the sky (Now you talking from the sky )
Fuck it, meet him when I’m there (Fuck it meet him when I’m there)
Tell that nigga I don’t care (Tell that nigga I don’t care)

[Hook: Marty Baller]
Young nigga sixteen (Yeah)
Six five, sixteen (Yeah)
Niggas know what I mean (Yeah)
I know you ain’t heard of that (Yeah)
Young nigga going Rambo (Rambo)
Chopper loaded up the ammo (Ammo)
Desert Eagle with the camo (Camo)
Fifty hit him through his flannel (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Pull up, I shoot like Rambo
I [?] your bitch through the back door (Bitch)
I fucked that hoe on the top floor (Ya)
Rollie it cost me a whole load (Load)
Counting that money, that blue cheese (Blue cheese)
Act right, on a four of the lean (Lean)
Won’t miss, got a scope and a beam
On her knees, she gon’ suck the whole team (What?)
All of my niggas we ready (We ready)
New Gucci, no guiseppes (Gucci)
Pop a pill now she ready (Ya)
I just wanna fuck and [?] (Ya)
Passed out on a bar (Lean)
Seventeen had a [?] (Woo)
Ride with that chopper, I stay in that push to start

[Hook: Marty Baller]
Young nigga sixteen (Yeah)
Six five, sixteen (Yeah)
Niggas know what I mean (Yeah)
I know you ain’t heard of that (Yeah)
Young nigga going Rambo (Rambo)
Chopper loaded up the ammo (Ammo)
Desert Eagle with the camo (Camo)
Fifty hit him through his flannel (Yeah)

Chief Keef – Empty (Two Zero One Seven Deluxe Album)

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 1]
When a real nigga talkin’, please don’t speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead ‘mens in my pockets, all hunnid
Bitch, I’m sippin’ right now, don’t even touch me
No, I’m not sippin’ slow
Just pass me the ball
I’ma pick and roll
I get that give and go
I’m out there gettin’ dough
Sosa what’s your goals? I don’t really know
But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new bitch
Every time I have mood switch
New Gucci, new Louis
New shirts, new pants, new kicks
New drink, new weed
I’m surrounded by a bunch of new shit

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 2]
Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga
Soon as I see you creepin’ up, I’ma bust, nigga
One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga
He know he’s a throw-away and he don’t give a fuck, nigga
Don’t let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga
All these waves, I feel like I’m Puff, nigga
At the top it’s just us, nigga
If you ain’t with us, we don’t really fuck with you
I’m countin’ cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes
When I wanna be low-key, I’m in that Land Rover
You can put me in detox, don’t think I’m stayin’ sober
Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

Chief Keef – Empty (Two Zero One Seven Album)

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 1]
When a real nigga talkin’, please don’t speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead ‘mens in my pockets, all hunnid
Bitch, I’m sippin’ right now, don’t even touch me
No, I’m not sippin’ slow
Just pass me the ball
I’ma pick and roll
I get that give and go
I’m out there gettin’ dough
Sosa what’s your goals? I don’t really know
But I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new bitch
Every time I have mood switch
New Gucci, new Louis
New shirts, new pants, new kicks
New drink, new weed
I’m surrounded by a bunch of new shit

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty

[Verse 2]
Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga
Soon as I see you creepin’ up, I’ma bust, nigga
One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga
He know he’s a throw-away and he don’t give a fuck, nigga
Don’t let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga
All these waves, I feel like I’m Puff, nigga
At the top it’s just us, nigga
If you ain’t with us, we don’t really fuck with you
I’m countin’ cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes
When I wanna be low-key, I’m in that Land Rover
You can put me in detox, don’t think I’m stayin’ sober
Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over

[Hook]
I’m so motherfuckin’ true like I’m 2 Chainz
Ridin’ in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You niggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it’s empty