Gunna – still prevail Lyrics

still prevail

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"still prevail." - Gunna

Sunday, 02 November 2025, 06:08 am

Album: One of Wun

Track No: 11

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
Your baby mama know that I'm it
I fuck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my n— is well
And I told you I still will prevail
Come on, ain't tryna be late
Got a show, l'ma go cross-state
We could creep and be well out the way
Pick a time and a place (Pick a time and a place)
I done seen how n— switch sides
I'm like, "Nah, I'm straight" (Nah, I'm straight)
Bitch bad, got a gap through her thighs
She fine, okay
They still gotta pay us
I took her to Zales
I cut like a flair (I cut like a flair)
Have the Cuban, I don't wanna link
I clear all the tabs (I clear all the tabs)
They pay for their abs (They pay for their abs)
I put faith in my craft (I put faith in my craft)
And for now on, I'm keepin' receipts
On the grind, I'm knee-deep
These rhymes paid off my lease
She fine, speakin' in Greek
With vibes, we out in Greece
High, stimulate my mind, tryna reach my peak
High, yeah, I'm gon' touch the sky, you know I get fleek
Yo, slide
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
Your baby mama know that I'm it
I fuck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my n— is well
And I told you I still will prevail
Thank the Lord, I don't take it for granted
I can pop on a whole 'nother planet
I love fuckin' my bitch 'cause I'm mannish
I love watchin' her take off her panties
I know some of you n— can't stand it
Ain't gon' get it, that n— still havin'
Love to see me, they seein' what's happenin'
They stay ready, l'on gotta get ready
She with it, I don't gotta say it
I don't figured you know how to play it
I'm all on they radar
I'm high-key that n— for real
Keep workin', it pay off
You spend it however you feel
I can't take a day off
I'm plantin' more seeds in the field
Yeah, nigga fly, dressin' to kill
No lie, this energy real
Rhyme geekin' on
Landin' in Beverly Hills
Out my mind
Half a mil' for my bills
That's why I grind
Fuck how a nigga feel
Sippin' OJ in the Cris'
Model with me and she lit
Black leather Vetement trench
Thousands carat gold on my wrist
This bitch drankin' me, she a fish
They soft that they swivel, don't stick
I can do a lot of things but don't miss
Your baby mama know that I'm it
I fuck on her, never want lip
She call for a friend for some help
Quit the games, bitch, you know I'm a player
All this salt only killin' the snails
Load the yacht up, I'm ready to sail
It's some G33 l inhale
Man, I pray all my n— is well
And I told you I still will prevail

Writer(s): Gunna.

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