south to west Lyrics by Gunna is latest English song with music also given by Byrd & Turbo. south to west song lyrics are written by Byrd, Turbo & Gunna.
south to west Song Detail
| Song Name: | south to west |
| Singer: | Gunna |
| Composer: | Byrd, Turbo |
| Lyrics by: | Byrd, Turbo, Gunna |
south to west Lyrics
Playmakers
Run that back turbo
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oops, I made a mess, g5 for the jets
I’m ’bout to catch, I doubled the bet (yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (stretch)
Lawyer’s the best, get home with a check (yeah)
He done f**ked up, put some dough on his head
Can’t be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (uh)
Run this cash up like a mother-f**king tread (a mother-f**king tread)
Yeah, yeah
Ni**a f**ked up tryna hide the bi**h (hide the bi**h)
Drum on the stick, on the side, a switch (switch)
Call up a lil’ pretty vibe, pull up and let her ma*sage the d**k (alright)
Oh, that’s your new ride? We whippin’ and swervin’ all kind of s**t (skrrt)
Whippin’ and runnin’, my little ni**as pullin’ up gunnin’, they hit what they tryna hit (tryna hit)
Mouse started runnin’, we shootin’ rounds right in they stomachs and leave them inside a dit*h (inside a dit*h)
Ain’t nothing funny, when you gotta break down an onion, it look like you frying a brick (fry)
Hit her on sunday, she still wanna ask me for money, she gon’ end up dying a bi**h (dying)
Got me some hundreds and still gotta keep it one hundred ’cause these ni**as counterfeit (yeah, yeah)
We had the longest sex
Good pu**y bi**h off of bouldercrest (bouldercrest, yeah, yeah)
They thought rolls was wrecked
Just like a real ni**a, bouncing it back (I’m bouncing back, yeah, yeah)
Make sure your nose ain’t wet
He fell a victim, addicted to crack (addicted to crack, yeah, yeah)
I’m ’bout my benjamins, check out my neck
All in my business, lil’ bi**h, just relax (relax, yeah, yeah)
She done got way too attached
Notice they mine ’cause they waists’ is snatched (yeah, yeah)
Heard your lil’ homie got whacked
We take a life, you ain’t takin’ one back (yeah, yeah)
You goin’ under attack
Let the whole world know the babies is back (yeah, yeah)
Smith & wess’ hid in the dash
Crib in the backyard, a hundred-yard dash
Oops, I made a mess, g5 for the jets
I’m ’bout to catch, I doubled the bet (yeah)
My money stretch from south to the west (stretch)
Lawyer’s the best, get home with a check (yeah)
He done f**ked up, put some dough on his head
Can’t be knocked up, left the nut on her legs (uh)
Run this cash up like a mother-f**king tread (a mother-f**king tread)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah