End Of Days Lyrics – Don Gunna
Singer: Don Gunna
Title: End Of Days
March 14th The Day Was Born
Suffering All Of This Pain
Yea I’m Really Scorned
That’s Not The Only Chick Young
And You Gone See Plenty More
Now It’s Back To This Money
So We Can See Plenty More
Get Ya Hair Cut Get Ya Fit Right
These Chicks Ain’t Wanting No
Slouches you better get right get some
Money build ya rep up and
When a deal comes you better step up
Make a movie and start out on ya
Reputation So you ain’t got to do it later
Listen to what I’m Saying
Speak less and move militant and
When u Handle thesе women do it
With diligence thеse women
More loyal then n#gg#’s
I tried to told you start soaking up
These gems because I’m tryna mold you
Give a couple samples off
The Ounce Like I told you
Don’t trust none of these b#tches
They ain’t their to hold you
Let me tell you a story about a gangster
His Mom was like born in the sh#t
Her daddy was a gangster
All them n#gg#s acting like somebody
Yea they small time
I was locked in them prison and done hard time
I done made all of my n#gg#s bosses
And they shooting to kill
No matter what the loss is
Member back when I got it It in September
Trapping not spending no money till November
I use to get it off the strip Cococaine Up in the blender
It’s getting spookier and Spookier
I am the reaper son people
Know me as the Lucifer
Miller Gangsters Riding watch what
We do to ya hundred shot drum
It A ruin ya Foi’s in
The Yard They A ruin
Behind the wall Was raised in the trenches
White Boys Coming with Ladders and it’s Extensions
My n#gg#s riding from the gate
If it really is a problem put the iron To his face
Don’t ask me bout My n#gg#s
They was sliding from the gate and if a n#gg# food
We was tryna take the plate
Triple m that’s the label
Three hundred thousand off Home invasions all on this table
I talk like this because I’m able
Because I Really seen and really done it
n#gg# I was all on that block
Moving them onions n#gg#
I done seen grams turn to onions
Now the plugs hear about you
Because you moving all these onions
Now you moved five hundred grams
You double back to a thousand
You gone take some shorts spend it on
Gas And be short a thousand
Cop a crib and get you wheel some sh#t For the house
This the process n#gg# trust this Process
Let another n#gg# get In the way
Of ya process trust another n#gg# or
Nobody in that process
Don’t get a job yet
These b#tches will try to play you
You got to move Militant or they try to play you
Name another n#gg# that’s really f#cking wit me
Smoking on these trees and I’m bumping biggie
They can’t figure my moves
I adapt I’m from the city
Don’t ever try to play me
Cuz I’m from the gritty disrespect me
The reaper your soul I’m sayin give me
We some gangster miller bloods
But its homicide Miller word to miller gangster blood
Yea them n#gg#s no I’m blood
I’m just tryna stack this money
I Ain’t tryna go to clubs 2 hearts
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