Feigning
Gunna Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh
Make 'em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah (seas, yeah, yeah)
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (free bands)
Above the trees, hard to breathe in (hard to breathe in)
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (yeah)
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (leavin')
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah
Uh, uh, uh
'Bout a dollar, uh, uh (whoa)
Whip that Panamera, yeah
Piss in my ring, diamonds canary yellow (ooh)
I'm sippin' codeine, I'm movin' slower than Donatello (Donatello)
I doubt that she don't let me fuck, but I swear I won't sweat her (nah)
I'm runnin' the millions up, on God, my fam doin' better (on God)
Bein' broke didn't break us apart, got rich, we still together (still together, we still together)
We storm the weather, you get jammed, I'll write you letters (write you letters)
We flock of feathers (yeah), the parasailers (yeah)
Gave her a groove like Stella, my vocals makin' her pussy wetter (wetter)
Bought a new Louis flannel, flowers all over my white Margielas (white Margiela)
Make 'em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah (seas, yeah, yeah)
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (yeah)
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (free bands)
Above the trees, hard to breathe in (breathe in)
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (yeah)
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (leavin')
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah
Uh, uh
Feel the Miley Cyrus, yeah
We gettin' geeked up at the private party, yeah, yeah
Leak, it ain't no secret, know I drip the hardest (drip the hardest)
The valet can't hold my key, I let my people park it (people park it)
Got that Escalade BP 'cause I might be a target (bulletproof)
My fans screamin' at me, say I'm they favorite artist (favorite artist)
Pay what I want, no back and forth, don't do no bargain (do no bargain)
We cross the margin (cross the margin)
Fuck niggas barkin', main reason I keep a carbon (yeah)
We burn like arsons (yeah)
Snakes in the garden (yeah)
We rich, I beg you pardon?
My lil' niece is startin' (neice is startin')
The vehicles foreign (foreign)
Feel like I'm soarin' (yeah)
Make 'em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah (seas, yeah, yeah)
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (free bands)
Above the trees, hard to breathe in (hard to breathe in)
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (yeah)
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (leavin')
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
In Gunna's song "Feigning," he talks about his luxury lifestyle, including shopping sprees, expensive cars, and overseas trips. He emphasizes the amount of money he has and that he spends it recklessly. The chorus of the song emphasizes that he will make his enemies suffer and bleed for the season, as he has no mercy for them. He also mentions that he has a crib in the hills like he's fiending, meaning he's addicted to the luxury of his lifestyle and can't get enough.
Throughout the song, he also talks about his success and how it hasn't separated him from his family. He mentions that being broke didn't break them apart, and they are still together, even though he's made millions. He also talks about buying new designer clothing and making sure he has a bulletproof car because he may be a target.
The song also features ad-libs from producer Tay Keith, who shouts "fuck these niggas up" at the beginning of the song. This seems to further emphasize Gunna's disregard for his enemies and his willingness to do whatever it takes to stay on top.
Overall, "Feigning" is a song about Gunna's lavish lifestyle, his success, and his desire to stay at the top of the rap game. He emphasizes his wealth, his lack of mercy towards his enemies, and his love for the luxury of his lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
Make 'em bleed for the season
Going all out this season to be successful; doing whatever it takes, even if it's ruthless
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah (seas, yeah, yeah)
I have attractive women in different countries
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spending lots of money on shopping for a week
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (free bands)
I, like FBG (Future's label), have lots of money to spend
Above the trees, hard to breathe in (hard to breathe in)
Being so high up (in status and/or elevation) that it's difficult to breathe and maintain that position
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (yeah)
Spending large amounts of money without any real reason or purpose
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (leavin')
Might as well go to sleep because the woman I'm with isn't leaving anytime soon
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah
I have a house in the hills that I'm obsessed with
Whip that Panamera, yeah
Driving a Porsche Panamera
Piss in my ring, diamonds canary yellow (ooh)
My diamonds are so expensive and yellow that I could urinate on them
I'm sippin' codeine, I'm movin' slower than Donatello (Donatello)
I'm drinking cough syrup and moving at a slow pace like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Donatello
I doubt that she don't let me fuck, but I swear I won't sweat her (nah)
I don't think she'll refuse to have sex with me, but I won't get hung up on it if she does
I'm runnin' the millions up, on God, my fam doin' better (on God)
I'm making lots of money and my family's financial situation is improving, I swear to God
Bein' broke didn't break us apart, got rich, we still together (still together, we still together)
We stayed together even when we were broke, and now that we're rich, we're still together
We storm the weather, you get jammed, I'll write you letters (write you letters)
I'll stick with you through thick and thin, even if you get in trouble and go to jail, I'll be there to write you letters
We flock of feathers (yeah), the parasailers (yeah)
We're a group of people that stick together and soar together like a flock of birds or parasailers
Gave her a groove like Stella, my vocals makin' her pussy wetter (wetter)
I gave her a good feeling like the character Stella from the film 'Stella Got Her Groove Back', and my music makes her sexually aroused and wetter
Bought a new Louis flannel, flowers all over my white Margielas (white Margiela)
I bought a new Louis Vuitton shirt, and my white Maison Margiela shoes have flowers all over them
Feel the Miley Cyrus, yeah
Feeling happy and wild like Miley Cyrus
We gettin' geeked up at the private party, yeah, yeah
We're getting high on drugs and alcohol at a private party
Leak, it ain't no secret, know I drip the hardest (drip the hardest)
My style is evident and I drip the hardest (walk with the most swagger)
The valet can't hold my key, I let my people park it (people park it)
I don't trust the valet with my car keys, so I let my own people park it
Got that Escalade BP 'cause I might be a target (bulletproof)
I have a bulletproof Escalade because I think I might be a target
My fans screamin' at me, say I'm they favorite artist (favorite artist)
My fans love me and tell me that I'm their favorite artist
Pay what I want, no back and forth, don't do no bargain (do no bargain)
I pay what I want and don't haggle over prices
We cross the margin (cross the margin)
We go beyond the limit of what's considered acceptable or safe
Fuck niggas barkin', main reason I keep a carbon (yeah)
People talk a lot of nonsense, which is why I keep a gun (carbon is another term for gun)
We burn like arsons (yeah)
We're on fire and electrify the atmosphere
Snakes in the garden (yeah)
There are treacherous people lurking around who can't be trusted
We rich, I beg you pardon?
We're wealthy, what do you have to say about it?
My lil' niece is startin' (neice is startin')
My niece is beginning to grow up and mature
The vehicles foreign (foreign)
My cars are imported and foreign-made
Feel like I'm soarin' (yeah)
I feel like I'm flying high and nothing can stop me
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Sergio Kitchens, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@dancers9994
FEIGNING lyrics:
uh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh
Make 'em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah (seas, yeah, yeah)
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (free bands)
Above the trees, hard to breathe in (hard to breathe in)
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (yeah)
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (leavin')
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah
Uh, uh, uh
'Bout a dollar, uh, uh (whoa)
Whip that Panamera, yeah
Piss in my ring, diamonds canary yellow (ooh)
I'm sippin' codeine, I'm movin' slower than Donatello (Donatello)
I doubt that she don't let me fuck, but I swear I won't sweat her (nah)
I'm runnin' the millions up, on God, my fam doin' better (on God)
Bein' broke didn't break us apart, got rich, we still together (still together, we still together)
We storm the weather, you get jammed, I'll write you letters (write you letters)
We flock of feathers (yeah), the parasailers (yeah)
Gave her a groove like Stella, my vocals makin' her pussy wetter (wetter)
Bought a new Louis flannel, flowers all over my white Margielas (white Margiela)
Make 'em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah (seas, yeah, yeah)
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (yeah)
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (free bands)
Above the trees, hard to breathe in (breathe in)
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (yeah)
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (leavin')
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah
Uh, uh
Feel the Miley Cyrus, yeah
We gettin' geeked up at the private party, yeah, yeah
Leak, it ain't no secret, know I drip the hardest (drip the hardest)
The valet can't hold my key, I let my people park it (people park it)
Got that Escalade BP 'cause I might be a target (bulletproof)
My fans screamin' at me, say I'm they favorite artist (favorite artist)
Pay what I want, no back and forth, don't do no bargain (do no bargain)
We cross the margin (cross the margin)
Fuck niggas barkin', main reason I keep a carbon (yeah)
We burn like arsons (yeah)
Snakes in the garden (yeah)
We rich, I beg you pardon?
My lil' niece is startin' (neice is startin')
The vehicles foreign (foreign)
Feel like I'm soarin' (yeah)
Make 'em bleed for the season
I got pretty tings overseas, yeah (seas, yeah, yeah)
Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (free bands)
Above the trees, hard to breathe in (hard to breathe in)
We spending G's for no reason, yeah (yeah)
Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (leavin')
Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
@kcofficial7121
Them string instruments hit on this one
@SCRATCH03
πShoutout to this man taykeithπ
@whosrifle3825
i make instrumental of this track
@henrystevens8433
@@SCRATCH03 q
@naarbeats1
Gunna better get the credit he deserves with this album
@kalebburks1418
Aldaboss ong heβs really diff and so unappreciated
@joey369
fr
@THEREVIEWGODSCORP
This album whatever
@dez4578
Bakerboy k its gonna grow on u so hard trust me
@MB_xoxo
Dezire The more you listen the better it gets