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letra de gun cases - sterl gotti

gun cases lyrics
[intro]
i’m just tryna run it up, why they mad at me? (i’m just tryna run it up, why they mad at me?)
mmm-yeah
(sterl gotti)
yeah, yeah (uh-huh)
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
gun cases, they caught me and acey with them glock 9s
i’m just tryna make it, trey told me be patient, i won’t stop trying
we wake up every day, beat up the block
if dre in the whip, then i know it’s a glock on him
dae dae with me, and you know we got thots around
we got some vibes around
if tay in the whip, then i know it’s some slides around, mhm (for real)
we can’t do sh-t, wе ain’t got a deposit
i pull up to the show and i rock it
i be drippin’, i don’t got a stylist
i just want your mouth and i don’t want your body
shе so wet, got me slippin’ and slidin’ (wet)
i said, “you gon’ make me cum inside it”

[verse 1]
she look back at me, “why you stoppin’?”
i think i shoulda put on a condom
anywhere i go, i throw up my hood
12th street, n-ggas know how i’m rockin’ (how i’m rockin’)
that boy outta pocket, finessin’ and robbin’
and they put some cheese on his noggin
but he was gettin’ money, he kept gettin’ high
he know he f-ckin’ up the profit (profit)
my homie’ll pull up and pop him for ten (ten, ten, ten)
don’t make him come pull up and pop up again, then pop up again (‘gain)
every time i call her, she lettin’ me in
’cause every time i hit her, she cummin’ again
she let me f-ck her, but she got a man (i don’t get none of these b-tches)
i don’t trust none of these b-tches, i don’t trust none of these n-ggas
i went broke with them n-ggas, i ain’t hit the road with them n-ggas
i’d probably ho one of them ’cause they’d probably ho one of us
but they didn’t know who we was
i probably won’t come to the show if i can’t get the stick in the club
[chorus]
gun cases, they caught me and acey with them glock 9s
i’m just tryna make it, trey told me be patient, i won’t stop trying
we wake up every day, beat up the block
if dre in the whip, then i know it’s a glock on him
dae dae with me, and you know we got thots around
we got some vibes around
if tay in the whip, then i know it’s some slides around, mhm (for real)
we can’t do sh-t, we ain’t got a deposit
i pull up to the show and i rock it
i be drippin’, i don’t got a stylist
i just want your mouth and i don’t want your body
she so wet, got me slippin’ and slidin’ (wet)
i said, “you gon’ make me cum inside it”

[verse 2]
if she leave me, i’ll go get some money
i wake up to missed calls in the morning
they see me in the scat’ with trey money
i said, “b-tch, you gon’ hear when we comin'”
i might pop out this year with a hundred
my lil’ bro in the back of the, back of the
hit the road in nissans or an acura
get the boys and we vacuum ’em, wrap ’em up
i know real n-ggas that be throwin’ blood
i know real n-ggas that be crippin’ up
i know lil’ n-ggas that’ll stick you up
and’ll k!ll n-ggas for a couple bucks
i’m a real n-gga, loyalty is love
and she still with me when i’m f-ckin’ up
we ain’t had sh-t when we was comin’ up
none of them hoes were f-ckin’ with us
none of these n-ggas was with me late nights in the booth, nah, nah
i tell the b-tch she wanna f-ck, come to the stu’, yeah, yeah
jungle baby and my hood like a zoo
i tell lil’ bro, “just be ready to shoot”
this sh-t we doin’ ain’t new, every day, ride with a tool
[chorus]
gun cases, they caught me and acey with them glock 9s
i’m just tryna make it, trey told me be patient, i won’t stop trying
we wake up every day, beat up the block
if dre in the whip, then i know it’s a glock on him
dae dae with me, and you know we got thots around
we got some vibes around
if tay in the whip, then i know it’s some slides around, mhm (for real)
we can’t do sh-t, we ain’t got a deposit
i pull up to the show and i rock it
i be drippin’, i don’t got a stylist
i just want your mouth and i don’t want your body
she so wet, got me slippin’ and slidin’ (wet)
i said, “you gon’ make me cum inside it”

- sterl gotti

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