Yea Gun Lee I'm in this bitch GJPeezy yea listen
I'ma break the bank, this ain't no money in a bank match
I was depressed, but this is talent that you can't match
Thinkin' that I finally got my mind right Yes, I am a lefty, but my rhyme's right
All the hoes that I done wanted, I done f*cked And brodie better knuck if you buck
Thinkin' that I'm lackin' then he special needs Jesus is my savior, doin' what I please
I feel like Juvenile 400 degrees mastered craft, I am the best MC
Pinocchio, they ain't believe in me John Cena, they ain't seein' me
It hurt my heart when I see my niggas supportin' other rappers, but I will be bigger
Through trials and tribulations Gun Lee Jeffrey is not basic
Like, how the f*ck you listen to them other niggas
You ain't relating' to the words, boy Feel like Soulja Boy, I had her first, boy
And I still don't write none of my words, boy
It's comin' from the top, it's comin' from the heart
My redbone like a car, the way she push the start
Here's a hat trick three bars in a row, fantastic
My money stretchin', Richard Fantastic steal the rap crown like a bandit
Point me to the baddest bitch, I probably smashed it
My bitch, she tell me I'm dramatic I feel defeated
Rappin' in the end times like life has lost its meaning
And if I talk about it, they gon' turn me to a martyr like the first prophets
Damn, that's deep end
But for the oppers, I keep defense with this rappin', it ain't pretend
Have your family in the precinct get up nine times even if I fall, eight
Feel like Lil Tunechi, man, I'm sorry for the wait
Distracted by my lifestyle with bottle girls, I'm sayin
But my destiny is heavenly arranged See the bussdown, watch the Sexyy Red interior
Make a hater catch hysteria, yeah
And if my album don't go platinum look at all my jewelry, bitch, I'm platinum
And if my album don't go diamond look at all my diamonds, bitch, I'm diamond
Yea
No hard feelings
GJPeezy
Gun Lee - 3 Peat Lyrics
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Yea Gun Lee I'm in this bitch GJPeezy yea listen
I'ma break the bank, this ain't no money in a bank match
I was depressed, but this is talent that you can't match
Thinkin' that I finally got my mind right Yes, I am a lefty, but my rhyme's right
All the hoes that I done wanted, I done f*cked And brodie better knuck if you buck
Thinkin' that I'm lackin' then he special needs Jesus is my savior, doin' what I please
I feel like Juvenile 400 degrees mastered craft, I am the best MC
Pinocchio, they ain't believe in me John Cena, they ain't seein' me
It hurt my heart when I see my niggas supportin' other rappers, but I will be bigger
Through trials and tribulations Gun Lee Jeffrey is not basic
Like, how the f*ck you listen to them other niggas
You ain't relating' to the words, boy Feel like Soulja Boy, I had her first, boy
And I still don't write none of my words, boy
It's comin' from the top, it's comin' from the heart
My redbone like a car, the way she push the start
Here's a hat trick three bars in a row, fantastic
My money stretchin', Richard Fantastic steal the rap crown like a bandit
Point me to the baddest bitch, I probably smashed it
My bitch, she tell me I'm dramatic I feel defeated
Rappin' in the end times like life has lost its meaning
And if I talk about it, they gon' turn me to a martyr like the first prophets
Damn, that's deep end
But for the oppers, I keep defense with this rappin', it ain't pretend
Have your family in the precinct get up nine times even if I fall, eight
Feel like Lil Tunechi, man, I'm sorry for the wait
Distracted by my lifestyle with bottle girls, I'm sayin
But my destiny is heavenly arranged See the bussdown, watch the Sexyy Red interior
Make a hater catch hysteria, yeah
And if my album don't go platinum look at all my jewelry, bitch, I'm platinum
And if my album don't go diamond look at all my diamonds, bitch, I'm diamond
Yea
No hard feelings
GJPeezy
I'ma break the bank, this ain't no money in a bank match
I was depressed, but this is talent that you can't match
Thinkin' that I finally got my mind right Yes, I am a lefty, but my rhyme's right
All the hoes that I done wanted, I done f*cked And brodie better knuck if you buck
Thinkin' that I'm lackin' then he special needs Jesus is my savior, doin' what I please
I feel like Juvenile 400 degrees mastered craft, I am the best MC
Pinocchio, they ain't believe in me John Cena, they ain't seein' me
It hurt my heart when I see my niggas supportin' other rappers, but I will be bigger
Through trials and tribulations Gun Lee Jeffrey is not basic
Like, how the f*ck you listen to them other niggas
You ain't relating' to the words, boy Feel like Soulja Boy, I had her first, boy
And I still don't write none of my words, boy
It's comin' from the top, it's comin' from the heart
My redbone like a car, the way she push the start
Here's a hat trick three bars in a row, fantastic
My money stretchin', Richard Fantastic steal the rap crown like a bandit
Point me to the baddest bitch, I probably smashed it
My bitch, she tell me I'm dramatic I feel defeated
Rappin' in the end times like life has lost its meaning
And if I talk about it, they gon' turn me to a martyr like the first prophets
Damn, that's deep end
But for the oppers, I keep defense with this rappin', it ain't pretend
Have your family in the precinct get up nine times even if I fall, eight
Feel like Lil Tunechi, man, I'm sorry for the wait
Distracted by my lifestyle with bottle girls, I'm sayin
But my destiny is heavenly arranged See the bussdown, watch the Sexyy Red interior
Make a hater catch hysteria, yeah
And if my album don't go platinum look at all my jewelry, bitch, I'm platinum
And if my album don't go diamond look at all my diamonds, bitch, I'm diamond
Yea
No hard feelings
GJPeezy
Writer: Guynley Jean-Pierre
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