(Vince, pull up to the stu', man)
Feelin' like Shimmy, I had to take the safe route
[Guapo]
Uh, yeah
I'm feelin' like Shimmy, I had to take the safe route
Trappin' and rappin' like Young Dolph, PRE, I'm on that paper route
I'm tryna leave the trap and rap like this my only way out
Uh, I used to hide my P's at twin spot, nigga know that's the safehouse
Frrt, frrt, fuck nigga piss me off, bet I bring that Drac' out
Behind the wheel, thought I got hit with seven, man, shootin' the Blackout
I seen my first plug, he was shocked like, "Guap, can't believe you rap now"
I get on Percocets and stand up until that bitch tap out
I'm in Belize smokin' trees with my Uncle Paisa
Bitch on her knees, make me cream, then I know I like her
Bitch, I boot up, jump off the top ropes like I'm Roddy Piper
Lil' pastor Guap, preach when I speak, I could recite the Bible, uh
This lil' bitch too freak fo me, tryna fuck me on her cycle (Ew)
R.I.P., when I got to Belize, I lost my cousin Trill
Feel like Destroy Lonely twin 'cause I feel like these looks can kill
I'm in Belize for two weeks, but I'm withdrawin', forgot my pills
Fuck, I forgot my drank, forgot to bring my seal
Fuck, damn, got a young nigga out here eating iguanas and eels
Damn, all my niggas know I'm gon' roll 'til I lose my wheels, huh, damn
[Luh Tyler]
I was dreamin' 'bout this, now a young nigga a star for real, damn (Nigga, uh)
I could buy a big house with a gate 'cause I'm gettin' them bills, damn (Oh, yeah)
This bitch must stay in Cali, I got a bitch head over heels, yeah (Oh, fuck)
Had a meeting with Nike today, I might sign me a deal, huh (Might sign me a deal)
Started rappin' and shit, tryna find my way out (Yeah)
Say he gettin' bands, but that nigga cappin' and shit, he ain't never pull no pape' out
Ain't with the games when it come to that money and shit, that ain't nothin' to play 'bout (We ain't playin')
Lil' Grimy, that's my twin, we been locked in since the playground (Oh, yeah)
Took your bitch and beat her down, she say she wanna stay now (Ugh)
Ugh, ugh, I told the bitch to leave, had to bring that rake out (Bring that rake out)
On the mic, I keep it real, boy, it ain't nothin' to fake 'bout (Fake 'bout)
Stuffin' hundreds in my pocket, that bitch outta shape now (Outta shape now)
Man, them niggas ain't think I could do it, boy, I swear you should see their face now (Yeah)
I'm in LA rollin' loud, I'm finna do Rolling Loud (Rolling Loud)
And my mama say hold it down, so I gotta hold it down (Down)
With your bitch, I'm beatin' her down, she tryna go round for round (Round for round)
Ran it up, I got them G's, boy, don't play with me, yeah (Play with me)
How that nigga just eighteen, twenty on his teeth? (On his teeth)
Bronem keep it in his jeans just for safety, uh (Safety)
I don't even say, "Glee," bitch, I say, "Skii," yeah (Skii)
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