Gunna – too easy (Remix) Lyrics

too easy (Remix) Lyrics by Gunna (feat. Future & Roddy Ricch)

(Wheezy outta here)

I gave my Rolls Royce some wings
Drink so damn cold, I could freeze
Aye, first time I called Elliot, Gunna told me to spend two-fifty
Now my chain cost half a milli’ and I’m plottin on a silly billi’
Made twenty-five million, I said mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Now all of these hoes fuckin’ me better, mm-mm-mm-mm
Shawty say she like me ’cause she slidin’ through the trenches with me
Give her a million dollars worth of game like I’m Wallo and Gillie
Wheezy, Wunna, Pluto, Roddy, this shit way too easy
I put your bitch in CC, Céline, Chanel, if need be
You n***** really actors, you shoulda been on TV
You talkin’ like you turnt up, you n***** really T-D

Made it out the jungle, I ball, ain’t got no jumper
Rest in peace to my uncle, never met, but I still love you
Remember that pussy from way back, playin’, I pay ’em to pop him
Stayed in the hood where the killers at, made my pillow a chopper
This ain’t diamonds you lookin’ at and we done updated the roster
You can tell it’s a rich n**** posture
Young GunWunna, I’m spittin’ it proper
Trappin’ at school, I was servin’ bags, police was searchin’ my locker
Who did your jewelry? It look like brass, one of your bros should’ve stopped ya

It’s Young Wunna and Young Wheezy, man, this shit too easy
Different bitch for every season showin’ me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed, it’s like they therapeutic
She text that pussy, I don’t call back so she won’t think I need it
I stick dick deep inside her throat where it ain’t no more breathin’
If I don’t post and I go ghost, it’s gon’ be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason’s I’m booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I’m freezin’, no way I’m anemic

Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door, man, this shit too easy
Yeah, I’m gon’ chop a brick like judo, snatch a Lamborghini
I got a different bitch for different places, different seasons
Bitch ain’t playin’ her position, cuttin’ her off, this shit too easy
I started off smashin’ R&B stars right at the bando
I’m havin’ hoes all the way south thinkin’ that I abandoned ’em
I’m havin’ pimpin’ in my blood and I can change the climate
I threw the Marni on and took the price up like I designed it
Can’t put a presidential on a bitch ‘less she give a n**** a ménage
That lil’ IG bitch ain’t shit, fucked her in the car
Fucked ’round with a side piece, pop out that night in double-R
Started talkin’ Chinese from all these sticks in the car

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