Video Been Had Style de Gunna 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Gunna - Been Had Style Lyrics

[Chorus]
Started with nothing, now we at the top and now they hope we fall
I ain’t showing no love, can’t gain my trust, you ain’t got my back at all
Switch up my number, cut off my phone, I don’t wanna answer your calls
He ain't my Brodie, none of us homies, you was not my dog

[Verse]
You was not my dog, ain’t being funny don’t touch my paw
Spit it out from the heart, thank to the fam they accept my flaws
Shout out mama give birth to a boss
Cut from a different cloth
Hardbody nigga, ain’t none of us soft
Nigga gon’ buy, get bought
Raised up on Flat Shoals, South Side Old Nat where you can’t come up short
Last year, spent a hundred racks at Walmart for the kids without
Whole school always knew the Young Gunnwunna 'cause I kept the loud
Saw my old teach’ from middle school, she said I been had style
They can’t hold a nigga down, flood the nickels out the pound
Me and young Booka, just like we used to swervin’ round the town
Show my wheels like cool turn, nigga been fool turn, you been fuck around
Fuckin’ on a futon, now I’m stroking her in a new penthouse
Black and white leather, same color a cow
Yeah, I knew you would doubt
Already on, they looking for clout, nah, I ain’t looking for clout
Dirty mouth, I clean it with scout, and I drop cash on your scalp
Millions on it heavy, I’m headed en route, I get it in get it out
[Chorus]
Started with nothing, now we at the top and now they hope we fall
I ain’t showing no love, can’t gain my trust, you ain’t got my back at all
Switch up my number, cut off my phone, I don’t wanna answer your calls
He ain't my Brodie, none of us homies, you was not my dog

[Verse 2]
You was not my dog, no no you was not my dog
It’s a no go, you like po-po, I can’t trust you no no
I can’t trust you no, no no you was not my dog
Ever had the choice of you or solo, I'd be rolling dolo

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Started with nothing, now we at the top and now they hope we fall
I ain’t showing no love, can’t gain my trust, you ain’t got my back at all
Switch up my number, cut off my phone, I don’t wanna answer your calls
He ain't my Brodie, none of us homies, you was not my dog