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gunna – real demeanor lyrics

[intro]
([?] the mothaf-ckin’ hitman)
([?])

[verse 1: gunna]
i got a real demeanor (young gunna)
roll up the cookie, we love to smoke reefer
f-ck what you heard, it ain’t cheaper to keep her
i always stay fresh like i’m fresh out the cleaners (fresh)
[?] v neck, used to rock a wife beater (neck)
step on a leer and i pour up a liter (yeah)
i used to go shopping at [?] on peter (fly)
now i drip sauce, i done jumped off the meter (drip)
i’m always gon’ keep me a heater (yeah)
i’m always gon’ sit back, count up with my feet up (count)
count up some racks [?] look like a cheetah
and i want 10 thousand dollars a feature
my bro get a slice of the pizza (slice)
if nechie get hungry, you know i’ma feed ’em
we rock with them choppers and rock with them [?] (grrraa)
[?] hood, we got stripes like adidas
you get the whole clip if you want it (grrraa)
i wanna look up and see my opponent
all of that sucker sh-t, we don’t condone it (no)
you n-ggas ain’t living, you live for the moment (yeah)
that sh-t that you did, we done done it (done it)
we sellin’ out shows and you still gettin’ fronted (fronted)
i want you to talk tough when i see you in public (shhh)
i set you up, get you whacked for the money

[pre-chorus: gunna]
oh no, can’t turn my back on the bro (can’t turn your back on your bro)
oh no, can’t turn my back on the bro (can’t turn your back on your bro)
oh no, can’t turn my back on the bro (can’t turn your back on your bro)
oh no, can’t turn my back on the bro (can’t turn your back on your bro)

[chorus: gunna]
can’t turn my back on the bro (back on your bro)
we get that pack by the low (yeah, yeah)
my [?] cook the crack on the stove (crack on the stove)
ain’t no more crackin’ the code (yeah, yeah)
we sell that pack ’til it gone (gone)
all of this sh-t gon’ be sold (yeah, yeah)
i do this sh-t for my woes (my woes)
you know it’s bros over hoes (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: young trez]
i come from the trenches, i’m winning (for real)
everything that i got on be trending (see it?)
i be watching these n-ggas pretending (i see ’em)
he gon’ come ’round me tryna be friendly (fake -ss n-gga)
used to be on the ave sellin’ rocks (all day)
i kept a draco and a glock ([?])
they try to [?] so they get popped
thank the lord that i got off that block (blessed)
i’ll take a flight right overseas (for real)
thank the haters ’cause they wanted to seize (nah)
i’m ridin’ on [?] drive with the top down, so you know i feel breeze (kick that sh-t)
i’m back at the cleveland ave on a light day with some trousers on (still posted)
i got so much tricks up my sleeve, the b-tch think i played on home alone (man, come on, man)
you get in my way and you bound to get lost (yeah)
i come out the house and i’m drippin’ in sauce
the whole neighborhood gonna hear my exhaust
since i was a youngin’, i been a young boss
don’t turn your back on your bro for a ho (never do that)
’cause they be the same ho that send them fours
and have your -ss down bad lookin’ broke (have a n-gga lookin’ sick)

[outro: gunna]
oh no, can’t turn my back on the bro (can’t turn your back on your bro)
oh no, can’t turn my back on the bro (can’t turn your back on your bro)
oh no, can’t turn my back on the bro (can’t turn your back on your bro)
oh no, can’t turn my back on the bro (can’t turn your back on your bro)

- gunna lyrics

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