[Lyrics] Lil Durk – Gunz N Money Lyrics

Sorry we don’t know you bitch
Who you rollin’ with?
Free my bronem out the pen
We be some killer sense
My block, my niggas smoking shit
That’s how we rollin’ shit
We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
300 who I’m rollin’ with
Called a bro’ we smokin’ shit
If we broke we pokin’ him
Act like you don’t know this shit
Sip lean to stay focus shit
Fed my block with dope and pics
Perculins with coke and shit
50 shots we drummin’ shit
Fefe we don’t come to them
We see a opp we punish him
Word to Nuski killer
Word to Chino killer
Word to Moski killer
We know we gon’ kill you
You know we don’t feel you
You know we gon’ get ’em
They know we them niggas
They know we them niggas
Bang bro hoes we brothers bitch
THF my brothers bitch
Got caught on some other shit
Throw out the case like Cutler bitch
One night ain’t no cuddle bitch
Rex throw me a rubber bitch
Can’t go raw can’t trust a bitch
I can’t take care of the kids
Sorry we don’t know you bitch
Who you rollin’ with?
Free my bronem out the pen
We be some killer sense
My block, my niggas smoking shit
That’s how we rollin’ shit
We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Foenem they be wackin’ shit
I ain’t with that lackin’ shit
Carry 40s Macs and shit
Ink his back like tats and shit
I be up on racks and shit
I do what’s in my raps and shit
Fuck a bitch off my IG don’t post my shit relax lil’ bitch
Cali sippin’ act’ and tec I don’t how to act with that
I’m a G with this new K
Like I’m with the alphabet
Call up BJ from the pound no bake but he gon’ make them cakes
Late night drivin’ on some boppin’ shit
Go out west with that
Put them niggas on you
Yeah they’ll done you
Can’t go home late night cause I put them niggas on you
Yeah yeah
OTF 300 nigga this the year
Sorry we don’t know you bitch
Who you rollin’ with?
Free my bronem out the pen
We be some killer sense
My block, my niggas smoking shit
That’s how we rollin’ shit
We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Guns and money
Pow!