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gun40 - tesla lyrics

[intro]
g.u.n. geekin’ up
caliber
uh

[verse 1: g.u.n.]
her legs up like a tesla
smokin’ gas like my n-gga, like a wrestler
she gon’ suck on that meat like a leech, yeah
p-ss my bruh the .223, it’s gon’ speak, yeah
(d-mn, they know they got me f-cked up)
turn the car down, molly got you f-cked up
stupid k!lled that sh-t, boy got you geeked up
f-ck that b-tch and make her sing like aretha, uh

[chorus: g.u.n.]
her legs up like a tesla
i smoke gas, this sh-t nothin’ but pressure
knew we had to bless you
he talkin’ so we left him on a stretcher

[verse 2: g.u.n.]
huh, if it’s up there then it’s pressure
lift the door up, get to bustin’ out the tesla
reincarnate of hugh hefner
don’t do the racks, put the rest up
pick your ho up, let her roll up all the extra
need two backwoods in the morning just for breakfast
then i put d-ck in her guts
came with gang but it’s really just us
don’t worry ’bout what’s in my cup
shawty wanna hang, wanna kick it, no punt
big ice on my neck, new freezer
when i walk in, make a b-tch a seizure
then i’m walking bank when i walk into neimans
that watch is four racks ’cause these n-ggas be leechin’
yeah, stomp your -ss out like a welcome mat
f-ck on his b-tch at one time, i ain’t comin’ back
say he want smoke, well his smoke, i’ma tax for that
price go up and down just like jumping jacks
hit it from the back then i put it on snapchat
took a few losses but i’m always gon’ snap back

[chorus: g.u.n.]
her legs up like a tesla
i smoke gas, this sh-t nothin’ but pressure
knew we had to bless you
he talkin’ so we left him on a stretcher

[verse 3: trill sammy]
.223, we gave him extra
f-ck that p-ssy boy, don’t really want no n-o
monkey nuts on the chopper, go bananas
gettin’ head and the tesla drive itself, yeah
geek it up, geek it up, b-tch go crazy
my d-ck in her throat, take care of my babies
them n-ggas don’t want no smoke, they crazy
that money machine is counting daily
took thirty, then forty, then made it eighty
they say what’s up, i know they hatin’
forgot her name, i think it’s katie
i threw that b-tch like i’m tom brady

[chorus: g.u.n.]
her legs up like a tesla
i smoke gas, this sh-t nothin’ but pressure
knew we had to bless you
he talkin’ so we left him on a stretcher
her legs up like a tesla
i smoke gas, this sh-t nothin’ but pressure
knew we had to bless you
he talkin’ so we left him on a stretcher

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