Feel Like Guwop (feat. Gucci Mane)

If a nigga was to ever take my chain, I wouldn't even want it back 1-0-1-7, Burr Gang Henchmen Guwop, I ain't goin' for none of that (Nah) If a nigga was to ever take my chain I wouldn't even want it back (Huh) Fuck nigga, I'm aimin' for your wig, I'm tryna push it back (Bah-bah) All you niggas Ninja Turtles, your CEO a sewer rat (Wow) Your man just got whacked today And I ain't have nothin' to do with that (Huh) I don't be claimin' bodies I ain't drop Drop, that shit'd be super cap (Cap) All the opps I smoked, I could damn near start a dispensary Straight out the penitentiary, Sun Valley Elementary (Huh) Drop my nuts on these lil' pussies 'Cause y'all ain't really really street (No) Bitches love a real nigga, titties hard, that freak in heat (Mwah) When I get mad, I rob everyone who crossed the G (Yup) Thought you was a G, but when you snitched That's when I crossed the street (Go, go) Gucci Mane a boss, I paid the cost, yeah, I'm so saucy (saucy) OLA, that's my twin, and Henchman gon' shoot at your offspring (twin) Keep it off your Twitter page and keep it off your IG (Yeah) 15 years later, Gucci heart is still so icy (Burr) Fuck these niggas, roll 'em Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out Shit-bag, smell like dookie out Face shot, get your pimple popped Think shit funny, your dimple shot Ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown Walk in with a Kel-Tec Your block, we left some shells at You pussy, I'ma smell that You servin', you can't sell that On my corner with that Ralo Glock 30 full of hollows Grown man, but I sip out the bottle Draw down, I had hit from a vato Ask Kemo, we was sittin' in that Tahoe Me and Tay Tay, we was servin' out the JJ Good times just like JJ Shit went bad, Tuesday turned mayday Out the red store, it was a ricochet I had the Glock, I had to pop Nigga screamed 12 when he seen two cops Shots got fired, I had seen two opps I'm from the wild, wild East Free lil' Zay, caught a body at puberty Free lil' Zion, headshot, it was to a marine Can't walk through the cut, it's a murder scene Catch a body, blame it on the bean Catch him lackin', he was on the lean Two guns with the murder team I live a gang life Big B's, nigga, real right If I ain't set trip, I wouldn't feel right Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot Chopstick in my hand like the waitress Brought some sushi out (Nigga, you'll get chopped) Shit-bag, smell like dookie out Face shot, get your pimple popped Think shit funny, your dimple shot I ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown Walk in with a Kel-Tec Your block, we left some shells at You pussy, I'ma smell that You servin', you can't sell that Ridin' down Bleveland Just me and Cap, we got three straps Two handguns, one stick Hundred rounds, somethin' gon' hit Gun so big, it don't fit Crucial with a Glock 26 He want a zip, I ain't give him nothin' but 26 (26 grams, hoe) Got 50 opps, least tonight 20 gon' get hit (20 of y'all gon' die) Just like a gun, she gon' take dick (Take dick) You came up missin', your mama stressin' She went gray quick (Mama stressed out) I ain't nothin' to play with Good aim, get your face hit, no Can't come back funny, smoke We bring like we laced it (Cook his ass up) Fuck that shit, send a nigga my location, you know I'm on Mason Kodak Black, lil' Haitian Dodgin' bullets like The Matrix (Dodge these bullets) You'll get buried like a dog trick (Bury him) Nah, your niggas got parvo, all mine smoke good, gelato Free Petey, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Pablo Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot (Feel like Guwop) Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (Yes, on God) Shit-bag, smell like dookie out Face shot, get your pimple popped Think shit funny, your dimple shot I ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot (Bitch) Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown Walk in with a Kel-Tec Your block, we left some shells at You pussy, I'ma smell that You servin', you can't sell that (You pussy) Shells over there Like some eggs hatched