Lyrics

I got the guap, I make a movie I'm in the drop, I'm feelin' gucci Stay with a Glock and a lil' Uzi I see a opp, I act a fool We hit 'em up, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Hit 'em up, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Hit 'em up, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Hit 'em up, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Hi, I'm bob (hey), I keep a toolie Only do Glocks, bitch, I'm bougie (bitch) I'm in a drop, y'all might lose me (woah, woah, woah, woah) Heard she a thot, hoe, I'm gucci Hang with the opps (nah), y'all confuse me In your face, I spit a loogie Left to the right, my niggas slide Slide, slide, they do the toosie Put 'em down, difference in the score up (up) It's a number game, bitch, and we four up (up) He a cameraman, he shoot close-up Pop-pop-pop to thе Range Rover (pop-pop) They likе, "Boy, you gotta chill" (chill) I'm like, "Chill, ice out the grill" (bitch) You in the house, I'm in the field (field) I call the play, they do the drill I got the guap, I make a movie I'm in the drop, I'm feelin' gucci Stay with a Glock and a lil' Uzi I see a opp, I act a fool We hit 'em up, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Hit 'em up, bang (I'm finna bleed this bitch) Bang, bang, bang, bang (ayy) Run it up, I gotta get it I'm deep in them trenches, that dope, I be whippin' I'm whippin' the foreign, my foreign got bitches My bitches be bad, I be givin' out inches Them dawgs be hitters, your dawgs be frauds (fraud) Got bulletproof cars, you a opp, you get offed (you get offed) Bitch, I'm a boss (ayy), I don't even gotta floss My coat feathers from a hawk (yeah) Slide (slide), slide-slide (yeah) Red rags on my side (brrt-brrt) Bitch, I be outside reppin' my gang 'til I die, 'til I finish Bleed your block, I ain't leavin' no witness I call the shots, my shooters on go (they on go) I hit the hood, I'm on the four (four) Got choppers and dracos and glocks Mind your business, lil' nigga That's how niggas get smoked (gang, gang, gang, gang) I got the guap, I make a movie I'm in the drop, I'm feelin' gucci Stay with a Glock and a lil' Uzi I see a opp, I act a fool We hit 'em up, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang (ah) Hit 'em up, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang I see a opp bitch (okay), I'm on your top, bitch (I'm on your shit) I ain't pullin' out no tracks, you gettin' socked, bitch (ah) I ain't no thot bitch (no thot), I'm a lil' hot bitch (hot bitch, uh) Nigga want the pussy, tell 'em, "Ice the glock, trick" Hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up, hit 'em up (hit 'em up) Bad bitch, I didn't have to get my titties done (no) Baddest in the city, ask anyone (I'm really) Caught a case for my nigga, I'm the realest one Hell nah, I ain't fuckin' with you goofy bitches (nah) Hit 'em up, sendin' shots right out the hooptie, bitches, ah (ah, ah, ah, ah) I got the guap, I make a movie I'm in the drop, I'm feelin' gucci Stay with a Glock and a lil' Uzi I see a opp, I act a fool We hit 'em up, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang Hit 'em up, bang Bang, bang, bang, bang
Writer(s): Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Amish Dilipkumar Patel, Samuel Ahana, Daysha Jewel-thanh Morgan, Glenstine Iii Rodney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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