The Gunner E

Ay, my walk is so cocky, the bouncers don't Even stop me. Ain't no pat down, No ID. Nah. They know me, that shit odd Be. Bitch, I pack out the lobby just from Fans tryna find me. Ay. I got daughters and mothers-What? Tryna fuck with the Gunna. Go. Two-tone suit like the Joker, my Harley Quinn Wear the choker. Let them suicide doors up, So much smoke, can't photograph us. I'm out West like the Gold Rush, 1942 Porter. Ay. I ain't spent one night sober since I Turned twenty years old, but I'm on my Jeezy In 2005, Trap or Die shit. Yeah. The everything one hundred, this ain't no Facade shit. This that look me in my eyes And don't you fucking lie shit. Still don't need no opinions, bitch, most these Artists my minions. Whoa, yeah, huh. Any weed around me finna get blown, no lie. I'm on fire, Hawkeye, anybody need a realization That they fucking with the wrong guy. I am the alpha omega, came from Sonic on The Sega. Rolling chronic on the table, rhyming the Lyrics in the basement like I'm finna go Super Saiyan. I'm saying I ain't have plan coming out The land, hanging with my man, tryna slang a Gram just to rent a van, just to try And tour. Turned some comic booking into couture. Steal money from the store, look at all that I've endured. All them years I couldn't afford, Friends that's in the morgue. We are not the Same, say the fucking name. I am the Gunna. The Gunna. Yeah, I am the Gunna. The Yeah, I am the Gunna. The Gunna, The Gunna. Yeah, I am the Gunna. Let's do this for real. Ay, supersonic, Supersonic. Ha. Psychedelic since a chronic. Ay. Still remain a trending topic. Yeah. Five movies, let's be honest. What you call it? That's a major motion picture Wallet. Ha. Uh, no, I do not want a Comet. Uh, don't approach me, I am violent. Uh, snapping pictures 'cause I'm styling. Let me make it very fucking clear who I Am. Do not start assuming. What? Let me clear confusion. What? I am not a human, they call me A giant. Ay. I pick up the mic and I start a riot. I spit a verse and I change the climate. Fuck a dealer, man, I Need the pilot. Drop the weight off like he On a diet, hanging off of the balcony of The Hyatt. I started with one and I multiplied Them. Now I got me three women like Frankie Lymon, and I got me a double X made In diamonds. Bitch, the dynasty never dying. Never, ha. Some are ringing sirens, I just fuck With silence. I just parked a louder, who the Fuck could stop us? I resort to violence, no Resorts in islands. You know where to find us. Tell 'em, ah. Yeah, I am the Gunna. The the Gunna. Yeah, I am the Gunna. I am the Gunna. The Gunna, the Gunna. Yeah, I am the Gunna. The the Gunna.