"AKUNA" lyrics
Swing that wood—
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Aku— huh, huh (MIA JAY C)
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Akuna (I hear you, JAY C)
Fake O, huh
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Akuna
Fuckin' bad bitches off the shrooms (Yeah, yeah)
Drop a nigga, I stay in the mood (Yeah, yeah)
We them niggas that's gon' make you move (Yeah, yeah)
Now I ain't never lied to you if I got love for you (Naw)
Walk down on me, I'ma up a gun on you (Dog)
Whip a brick quick 'cause I got the blood for him (Raw)
Fuck a thick bitch then bust a nut on 'em (Oh)
(Hol' up)
I ain't got no time for the fake, I'm too real for it
Catch a nigga cappin' in my face, him get killed for it
I'm gon' get them packs up out the way 'cause I got deals on 'em, listen
(Hol' up)
Huh, I know I be sayin' everything she wanna hear, huh
I know this the best thing she done sucked on all year
Huh, I know I ate that pussy and she told all her peers
Hol' up
I ain't 'posed to have no straps, but I keep buyin' 'em
Hmm, I be posted at the trap so you can find me, huh
I ain't never ran from no smoke, I can't be hidin', huh, listen
Hol' up, hmm
I got an attitude problem, I ain't changin' it, huh
He got a fucked-up mind if he hang with 'em
Naw, he disrespect the other side if he hang with me, listen
Mm-mm hmm
I ain't never been no sucker, never been no lame
Uh, up this chopper on your brother, shoot him in his brain
Huh, another brand-new flick with the blood stain
Naw, another brand-new blick with the clip in it
Naw, another bitch-ass nigga with his lip missin'
Naw, get a brand-new spot, put them bricks in it
Naw, find a brand-new thot, put my dick in her, listen
It's the motherfuckin' crank up
Same nigga dealt with everything except for pay cuts
My heart hurt from seein' paperwork, not no breakups
Fuck you mean, nigga? Ahh, huh
Yeah, my mans turned rat, it killed my soul
Ayy, huh, thought I'd never see the day he break the code, uh
Like it is what it was, reap what you sow, huh
I could never beat a nigga who could be that nigga
Naw, I could only be the nigga who could be that nigga, hmm
That shit might skip your top because you seen him, huh, huh
I'ma always blow rerock because I'm ignant, dooh
Naw, let me walk, huh
I can't get the upper hand when I'm wrong
Nah, I could never pitch it underhand 'cause I'm too strong
Naw, Meech lyin' on your baby mama, break her bones, ah-dooh
Ah, look
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Aku— huh, huh
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Akuna
Fake O, huh
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Akuna
Fuckin' bad bitches off the shrooms (Yeah, yeah)
Drop a nigga, I stay in the mood (Yeah, yeah)
We them niggas that's gon' make you move (Yeah, yeah)
Now I ain't never lied to you if I got love for you (Naw)
Walk down on me, I'ma up a gun on you (Dog)
Whip a brick quick 'cause I got the blood for him (Raw)
Fuck a thick bitch then bust a nut on 'em (Oh)
(Hol' up)
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Aku— huh, huh (MIA JAY C)
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Akuna (I hear you, JAY C)
Fake O, huh
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Akuna
Fuckin' bad bitches off the shrooms (Yeah, yeah)
Drop a nigga, I stay in the mood (Yeah, yeah)
We them niggas that's gon' make you move (Yeah, yeah)
Now I ain't never lied to you if I got love for you (Naw)
Walk down on me, I'ma up a gun on you (Dog)
Whip a brick quick 'cause I got the blood for him (Raw)
Fuck a thick bitch then bust a nut on 'em (Oh)
(Hol' up)
I ain't got no time for the fake, I'm too real for it
Catch a nigga cappin' in my face, him get killed for it
I'm gon' get them packs up out the way 'cause I got deals on 'em, listen
(Hol' up)
Huh, I know I be sayin' everything she wanna hear, huh
I know this the best thing she done sucked on all year
Huh, I know I ate that pussy and she told all her peers
Hol' up
I ain't 'posed to have no straps, but I keep buyin' 'em
Hmm, I be posted at the trap so you can find me, huh
I ain't never ran from no smoke, I can't be hidin', huh, listen
Hol' up, hmm
I got an attitude problem, I ain't changin' it, huh
He got a fucked-up mind if he hang with 'em
Naw, he disrespect the other side if he hang with me, listen
Mm-mm hmm
I ain't never been no sucker, never been no lame
Uh, up this chopper on your brother, shoot him in his brain
Huh, another brand-new flick with the blood stain
Naw, another brand-new blick with the clip in it
Naw, another bitch-ass nigga with his lip missin'
Naw, get a brand-new spot, put them bricks in it
Naw, find a brand-new thot, put my dick in her, listen
It's the motherfuckin' crank up
Same nigga dealt with everything except for pay cuts
My heart hurt from seein' paperwork, not no breakups
Fuck you mean, nigga? Ahh, huh
Yeah, my mans turned rat, it killed my soul
Ayy, huh, thought I'd never see the day he break the code, uh
Like it is what it was, reap what you sow, huh
I could never beat a nigga who could be that nigga
Naw, I could only be the nigga who could be that nigga, hmm
That shit might skip your top because you seen him, huh, huh
I'ma always blow rerock because I'm ignant, dooh
Naw, let me walk, huh
I can't get the upper hand when I'm wrong
Nah, I could never pitch it underhand 'cause I'm too strong
Naw, Meech lyin' on your baby mama, break her bones, ah-dooh
Ah, look
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Aku— huh, huh
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Akuna
Fake O, huh
Swing that wood in Atlanta like Akuna
Fuckin' bad bitches off the shrooms (Yeah, yeah)
Drop a nigga, I stay in the mood (Yeah, yeah)
We them niggas that's gon' make you move (Yeah, yeah)
Now I ain't never lied to you if I got love for you (Naw)
Walk down on me, I'ma up a gun on you (Dog)
Whip a brick quick 'cause I got the blood for him (Raw)
Fuck a thick bitch then bust a nut on 'em (Oh)
(Hol' up)
