Video Td Up Remix de Gunna 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Gunna - Td Up Remix Lyrics

[Chorus]
Stack these bands, yeah, stack these bands
My neck gon' dance, bad, bitch, no tan
Yeah, fear of God Vans, yeah, fear of God pants
My belt Hermes, I took my chance

[Verse 1]
Board my jet, Steward just offered me sex
My whole cool lit, Rolex an AP, Patek
I told you my drip is the best
The Cuban link choke on my neck
I turned the Lamb' truck to the max
Had one shot like it's Russian roulette
Ain't no need of you talking back
From the street and you know that's a fact
Send a nigga to jail, ain't no rat
Used to serve you lil' niggas the pack
I'ma kill 'em, no heart attack
And no back and forth, tic for a tac
Pour the syrup up, I need to relax
I be sleepin', you niggas get wacked

[Chorus]
Stack these bands, yeah, stack these bands
My neck gon' dance, bad, bitch, no tan
Yeah, fear of God Vans, yeah, fear of God pants
My belt Hermes, I took my chance
[Verse 2]
[?] from Milan, no Roshan John
Gripping the gun, weigh it, bag up a ton
Big, I'm goin' King-Kong
Rocket, they waitin' on the launch
Pocket got nothin' but hun-duns
Can’t stop it, I drip it for fun
Yellow Rollie, I know it's the sun
Hit the club and I throw me some ones
Only made twenty racks for this month
Gotta run the shit up in the clutch
Yeah, they holdin' they nuts
Bro got caught and I'm payin' his bond
It's just us and nobody above
With a real one, you know it's all love
Geekin', we takin' these drugs
Talk out my face with a mug
See them blue hundreds fill up the tub
Go to icebox, spend me a dub
Pour up, we toastin' it up
Mud is stainin' my cup
Gunna gettin' paid for the club
Big business, I'm rockin' the toast

[Chorus]
Stack these bands, yeah, stack these bands
My neck gon' dance, bad, bitch, no tan
Yeah, fear of God Vans, yeah, fear of God pants
My belt Hermes, I took my chance