Sold Out Dates (ft. Lil Baby)

Sold Out Dates

Gunna (ft. Lil Baby)

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[Intro: Gunna]
Yeah, yeah
Young, young, young Gunna, yeah
Run that back Turbo

[Chorus: Gunna]
Baby, sold out dates, cash every day
I got you Hermés, I love that blue race
It’s cheetah my pack, the condo a cage
Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid

My jacket Off-White, I don’t mean that it’s Bape
I clean up real nice, I don’t got a maid
Her apron at night, I’m still rockin’ Bape
Live on paradise, I don’t see the shade

[Verse 1: Gunna]
‘Nother backend, I’m back on the road
Flooded Patek, paid off a show
Drippin’ this rare, more this Vlone
Hoes by the pair, I’m never alone

Sleep on the Lear, Comme des Garçons
Eight in a two, and let it dissolve
Balmain my dinner, young Gun wanna ball
Rock the whole concert and hopped in a frog

My foreign’s a toy, I’m still a kid
Ten K this year for Coachella, it’s lit
Bro got umbrellas to cover her wig
Open sale money, left them in a trench

Lightning bolt diamonds ‘cause I want revenge
We strapped like a lineman, I really got rich
Some more fancy yellow diamonds in my piss
Don’t get it confused, I’m still bangin’ the six

New Cartier, Gunna outdone
Niggas tryna soak up the drip like a sponge
Hatred’s contagious, I keep me a gun
I’m focused on makin’ an M in a month

Baby order twenty thousand in ones
Walk in and buy, I’m not asking how much
Red on the bottom, you need to catch up
Can’t stick to these droppin’, I need me a dub

[Chorus: Gunna]
Sold out dates, cash every day
I got you Hermés, I love that blue race
It’s cheetah my pack, the condo a cage
Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid

My jacket Off-White, I don’t mean that it’s Bape
I clean up real nice, I don’t got a maid
Her apron at night, I’m still rockin’ Bape
Live on paradise, I don’t see the shade

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Me and young Gunna back at it again
We just in New York, double datin’ with twins
I just bought a Wraith, I retired the Benz
I fired my bitch and I hired her friend

I see all the hate through these Cartier lens
Every two months I done put up an M
My dog caught a body, they got it on film
He still rockin’ Gucci watches in the pen

Take a trip ‘round the globe then we do it again
Got ‘em watchin’ my drip, guess I’m settin’ the trend
Louis backpack, hit the jet and I’m gone
I don’t post what I do ‘cause these niggas be clone

See these diamonds they hittin’, these VVS stones
Got a championship ring, I just brought it home
FN is plastic, them bullets like pellets
This Givenchy jacket, this ain’t Pelle Pelle

Sold out dates, you know I don’t play
The last eight months straight, got no time for breaks
On they neck ‘til it breaks, ain’t pushin’ no brakes
I got on two watches, I still come in late

It feel like my birthday, I’m gettin’ this cake
I pop like I got it, I’m holdin’ my weight
I control the projects, I’m pushin’ this weight
I’m sippin’ this sizzurp, I pour me an eight

[Chorus: Gunna]
Sold out dates, cash every day
I got you Hermés, I love that blue race
It’s cheetah my pack, the condo a cage
Addicted to sex, I gotta get laid

My jacket Off-White, I don’t mean that it’s Bape
I clean up real nice, I don’t got a maid
Her apron at night, I’m still rockin’ Bape
Live on paradise, I don’t see the shade

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