Video Respect de Gunna 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Gunna - Respect Lyrics

[Chorus: Karlae]
Runnin' from jit
Money change so much, I'm starting to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (Woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Trap up the place (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Drop on her neck (Phew)
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm starting to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (Woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Trap up thе place (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Drop on her nеck (Phew)

[Verse 1: Karlae]
We gon' go play Simon Says
Make these bitches do what I said
Walk 'round this bitch like a runway
All this high fashion just drippin'
Take what I want, I ain't asking a bitch
Know they gon' hate with a passion, lil' bitch
Do what I say, you just cappin', lil' bitch
My niggas came with a bag in this bitch
Big bag like a never full
Eating all year, yeah, never full
Big trips like an edible, penthouse views so incredible
[Chorus: Karlae]
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm starting to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (Woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Trap up the place (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Drop on her neck (Phew)
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm starting to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (Woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Trap up the place (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Drop on her neck (Phew)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Ooh, I got a check
Really rich, you can check out the neck (Jewelry)
Frosty wrist, this the flawless baguettes (Flawless)
Shoot my shot, it ain't nothing but net (Swish)
I hit a run on yo' bitch like Iraq (Yeah)
The jet will land, just tell me where you at (Yeah, land)
The platinum Rollie should have came with a plaque (Yeah)
Young Gunna Wunna and I'm still yellin', "Slatt" (Uh)
New May-B with TVs in the back (TVs)
A couple G's, they'll put you to rest (G's)
Sonny's here, I told my mama, "Relax" (Relax)
I kept it real, that's why they give me respect
You lose it once and you ain't getting it back
[Chorus: Karlae]
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm starting to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (Woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Trap up the place (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Drop on her neck (Phew)
Runnin' from jits
Money change so much, I'm starting to regret
My lil' brother went and got him a tech
Out the mud, boy, you gotta respect
Ten bedroom crib from the 'jects (Woo, woo, woo)
Private the jet (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Trap up the place (Woo, woo, woo, yeah)
Drop on her neck (Phew)