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letra de hunnids - grant gsus

[intro]
grant gsus

[verse 1]
my name benadryl but my friends call me benny
only using hunnids i don’t f-ck twenty’s
catch me like fat nick soft scarf fendi
only eating at sunrise
don’t f-ck with ihop
don’t f-ck with denny’s
yellow head lookin’ -ss bart
put simpsons on but i’m not simpin’
not paying cash not paying card
but i’m walkin’ out with a full cart
most rappers big or lil
but i’m gsus i’ma be top of the charts
cash money ap with the ak
not a b-tch not a baby
lsd hittin’ i’m already feelin’ wavy
people say i look five
but i don’t see you buying alcohol
you either get denied
or don’t buy not surprised
you got no b-lls
one phone call to hook me up with rohypnol
sippa bottle sprite got the juul don’t need a light
not fraid to throw hands got six bands
better catch your man’s
cuz you don’t wanna lose a fight to the white knight
keep my gucci belt tight but i’ll take it off to use round your neck
eyes bulgin’ and your face purple
won’t hesitate to baseball bat your skull in
my glock legendary cause i got that gold skin
don’t got a safety pin and
i’m only hittin’ targets on that quality medicine
cause i’m menacin’ for that adderall
high focus hittin’ collaterals
don’t lend money try that sh-t i’ll break your clavicle
trippin’ on that acid need a v–gr- i’m not stayin’ flaccid
never gonna stop trappin’ incognito we gonna stay fappin
(gsus ayy ayy)

[chorus]
b-tch i packed 1000 rounds
put you in a hospital gown
makin’ money smokin’ loud
founded my own unique sound
been listenin’ to the underground
they the gods of soundcloud

[verse 2]
got my money in a cash pile
today everyone’s wild
thinkin’ bout may maybe i’m just a stone cold k!lla
everyone drunk but i’m just chilla
brand new day made a few more milla
through my contacts now i got the best f-ckin’ deala
i’m a god can predict the weatha
everyone know my flow is better
come at me and i’ll drop you like a featha
rolex on my wrist feel like ben 10 when i’m flexin’
everyday wake up with an erection feelin’ like an elite
too many hoes don’t got time to beat my meat
don’t need to waste my wealth only got vans on my feet
every night go to bed sleepin’ with luxury sheets
i get so high i’m soarin’ and
i’m wearin’ ralph lauren
i’m in the sports car you know issa foreign

- grant gsus

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