guap baby - che lyrics
four3va, where’s the atm at?
[chorus]
all i know is guap, yeah
i’m tryna count up them dividends
yeah, these n*ggas run up, on god, i’m clutchin’ like michelin
drank cup, n*gga, what you sippin’ in?
back up n*gga, yeah, you riskin’ it
these n*ggas don’t know what realness is
mama, said that i be k!llin’ that sh*t, yeah
bad miami b*tch, she tryna feel on my d*ck
perc thirty in, now i’m feelin’ that sh*t
yeah, i’m scared n*gga, like a new thriller and sh*t
n*ggas be like “che, i’m feelin’ this sh*t”
best really splittin’ the bill in this b*tch
i took a trip to miami, n*ggas talk down and we k!llin’ ’em quick
yeah, bryson tiller, yeah, i’m singin’ and sh*t
groupie b*tches got me sick as the sh*t
sorry baby, but you got left on delivеred
all these runnеrs runnin’ round like a crip
head on a swivel, n*gga, i can’t slip
juggin’ that shooter, n*gga, off the rip
true religion on my body, i’m hip
these n*ggas stealin’ the swag and the drip
shoot a n*gga, i don’t care if he r.i.p
four now, no, i don’t smoke on no nic’
these n*ggas gon’ hope on the wave like a bunny
you know i can’t run out of money, eyuh
trap house jumpin’, ayy, it’s a savage hunter, ayy
i feel, oh so lucky, ayy, eyuh, eyuh*yuh*yuh*yuh
[bridge]
trap house jumpin’ ayy, i take oxy, oh sh*t, ayy (uh, uh)
no i ain’t on that, no i ain’t on sh*t (oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
back up off my phone like (back up, back up)
leh go like, leh go, for real
[chorus]
all i know is guap, yeah
i’m tryna count up them dividends
yeah, these n*ggas run up, on god, i’m clutchin’ like michelin
drank cup, n*gga, what you sippin’ in?
back up n*gga, yeah, you riskin’ it
these n*ggas don’t know what realness is
f*ck n*gga, i’m as real as it get
juggin’ that shooter, n*gga, off the rip
true religion on my body, i’m hip
these n*ggas stealin’ the swag and the drip
shoot a n*gga, i don’t care if he r.i.p
four now, no i don’t smoke on no nic’
these n*ggas gon’ hope on the wave like a bunny
you know i can’t run out of money, eyuh
trap house jumpin’, ayy, it’s a savage hunter, ayy
i feel, oh so lucky, ayy, they don’ wan smoke they duckin’, ayy
turn nothin’ to somethin’, ayy, ay, ay, ayyyyy
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