Committed lyrics

[Intro: Gunna]
(Wheezy Beats)
Yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
I stack them racks up to the ceiling, yeah
Put all of my bros in position (Yeah)
We made it with no supervision (Yeah)
Tryna free all my bros out the system (For real)
Keep countin' up all of these riches
Keep f*ckin' on all of these b*tches
Diamonds wetter than all of the fishes (Yeah)
Grind from the start to the finish
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all committed
Yeah, my n*gga, we all committed
We got a stick when I’m walkin' in
Yeah, whippin' a Dodger
Yeah, pray to the God
You need to approach with some caution
My littlе n*ggas still robbin'
You need to stop with the floggin'

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
These n*ggas ain’t rеal, just be cautious (n*ggas ain't real)
I pop me a Perc, now I’m nauseous (Pop me a perc)
So many b*tches, got so many choices
Came a long way from that kitchen
(So many choices)
Stylin' on n*ggas, they need to endorse me (Need to endorse me)
Came from the block and stayed down on my grizz (Down on my grizz)
And you can't get no trap without no glizzy (Without no glizzy)
You act like the police with all of that flinching (Flinching)
My diamonds wet like somebody done rinsed 'em (Rinsed 'em)
These n*ggas ain't no competition (Competition)
Know double 07, we complete the mission (Mission)
Holdin' my nuts, and they hopin' they wishin' (Holdin' my nuts)
That I do not make it up out of them trenches (Out of them trenches)
We flyin' in out the city (City)
What you tryna do, we done did it (Did it)
Since a young n*gga had vision (Vision)
Came a long way from that kitchen (Kitchen)
Came from the trap, I made a killing, I was dealing
Runnin' with [?], some robbers, and killers (Robbers and killers)
And if they wrong or right, right with my n*ggas (Right with my n*ggas)
Pull up and air yo' sh*t out 'bout my n*ggas (Out 'bout my n*ggas)
Came from the bottom, can't lie to my n*gga (Lie to my n*gga)
Heart is so cold, can't say bye to these b*tches (Bye to these b*tches)
I got to move my mom out of them trenches (Out of them trenches)
I'ma get rich, i'ma die tryna get it (Die tryna get it)
[Chorus: Gunna]
I stack them racks up to the ceiling, yeah
Put all of my bros in position (Yeah)
We made it with no supervision (Yeah)
Tryna free all my bros out the system (For real)
Keep countin' up all of these riches
Keep f*ckin' on all of these b*tches
Diamonds wetter than all of the fishes (Yeah)
Grind from the start to the finish
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all committed
Yeah, my n*gga, we all committed
We got a stick when I’m walkin' in
Yeah, whippin' a Dodger
Yeah, pray to the God
You need to approach with some caution
My little n*ggas still robbin'
You need to stop with the floggin'

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Jumped off that porch went and got me some money, these f*ck n*ggas hate that I made it (I made it)
Slow that sh*t down like the matrix (Slow)
Put on my ice, now it feel like i'm skatin' (Skate)
All of my houses got acres (Yeah)
Bust down a tree, and I made me some paper (Paper)
I drive that foreign like a racer (Yeah)
Jump on that slab and cut up like a razor (Skrrt skrrt)
I'm full like a clip, I was born with that drip, I can't lie that sh*t into me (Uh)
Yeah I got a stick and it came with a di*k, i'ma f*ck on my enemies (My enemies)
I don't hang with rats, but got plenty cheese (Rats)
Told her ride with the passenger, she feelin' me
Put the di*k in her spine, I done went too deep (Went too deep)
[?] you a wannabe (Wannabe)
Still movin' them packs through the city (City)
Yeah split that cash down, do division (Split it up)
Pick the bag up on a backend (Pick it up)
Run that sh*t up, I see digits (Yeah)
She f*ck on the kid cause I get it (Get it)
I want the head on like collision (Collision)
They left out my room blowin' kisses (Kisses)
Canary yellow diamonds p*sses
[Chorus: Gunna]
I stack them racks up to the ceiling, yeah
Put all of my bros in position (Yeah)
We made it with no supervision (Yeah)
Tryna free all my bros out the system (For real)
Keep countin' up all of these riches
Keep f*ckin' on all of these b*tches
Diamonds wetter than all of the fishes (Yeah)
Grind from the start to the finish
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all committed
Yeah, my n*gga, we all committed
We got a stick when I’m walkin' in
Yeah, whippin' a Dodger
Yeah, pray to the God
You need to approach with some caution
My little n*ggas still robbin'
You need to stop with the floggin'