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Young Thug - Guwop feat. Quavo, Offset, and Young Scooter [Official Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Cassius Jay
Cassius Jay
Programming
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
TM88
TM88
Programming
Young Scooter
Young Scooter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Songwriter
John Cross
John Cross
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeffrey Williams
Jeffrey Williams
Executive Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Alexander Tumay
Alexander Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Cassius Jay
Cassius Jay
Producer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
TM88
TM88
Producer

Songteksten

I done put 20 up under the Sig... I done put 20 Inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah I dig everythin that you sayin' I dig everythin' that you doin', too I dig the way that you look at me You dig the way that I look at you I just wanna grab on your butt, but The seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch The FN give him a haircut I roll up a seven of John Dutch That big booty bounce on the dick and it broke I don't gotta act like a gangsta and she know My Backwood look like a pole My Backwood look like a pole I see 'em clouds of the smoke I'mma blow pounds of the smoke Pardon me, pardon my soul I crack a smile for them folks Niggas they eatin' in broad day In that hoe mouth like a Colgate Keepin' that cold case, God, please give me that cold case I don't want new friends, forgive me for all of my sins I don't wanna think about losin', all I wanna do is win win I done put 20 inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah Without the radio, it's 20 a show and that's fasho I need that bacon, bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go Black Amigos, bout the Freebandz That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove Pot on the floor Pull up in that coupe shit, nigga like damn, where the roof went? In the streets, they call me Jay Z, cause bitch, I got the blueprint No nigga, I don't want no old hunnids, you know I want 'em blue strips And I can't fuck you old hoes, I'm ballin' with my new bitch Yeah You dig that? 200,000 worth of chain and that's a fact Got my name in this rap game by sellin' crack Rest in peace to OG Double D, you dig that, slime! I done put 20 inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah Shoot out the Coupe Shoot out the roof Pull up and smash on her We don't got to put a bag on her I took your hoe, ya dig? I told a hoe to sit Had big bells, midgets Now you can say I got millions Swam with the sharks, water You be law and order I be gettin' money every mornin': Tom Joyner I heard you gettin' money, but you payin' em niggas extortin' ya You pay for your fame and fortune You pay for your fame and fortune I am the plug, cordless Pull up with blazers, Portland I pay the neighbors to pick up the dope on they porches I came from nickel, I came from nickels My niggas don't know you, we don't fuck with you Ive been in the system, I've been in a pickle You dig me like shovels, I gotta fuck with ya I done put 20 inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah Hop in the private This is a Lambo, not a hybrid My wrist is a faucet Feed 'em perkies, I'm the doctor Draco, 100 round choppa She got her eyes on me like binoculars Count up this money, it's marvelous Stall the bitch, I don't call the bitch You better dig what I'm sayin' I'mma kill you and your mans Beat down the block like an amp Goin' up like a skateboard on a ramp Go buy a rollie and bust it Talkin' that tough shit But you know you not gon' bust shit Look at my fashion This is a Gucci rugby I'm trappin' and rappin' Still got 'em babies in custody My diamonds be dancin' Live in a mansion My life is lovely Ain't no more loyalty Knock your ass off Pay the lawyer fee Shit can get ugly I done put 20 inside the Sig I pull up on you and pop at your kid I pull up your block and pop at your wig I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough I came right back in and I turn up the show I want 'em Xans, they get me off I put the V neck on my team, yeah Pop at your bitch
Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Wesley Tyler Glass, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Joshua Theodore Cross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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