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shooter lifestyle - guap 30 z lyrics

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intro:
it’s guap 30 z on the mic
shooter lifestyle ayy ayy

when i’m cruisin on the block n-ggas be like oh sh-t
jesus chain upon my neck wetter than the ocean
rolex watch upon my wrist, whole body frozen
skrt off in a limousine, b-tch i’m makin motions

drivin on the road to greatness, but my car’s stolen
no i ain’t gonna give it back, imma keep on rollin
skeet off in ya main b-tch mouth, it’s gonna be explosion
shot 2 hittas back to back, i won’t show emotion

say everybody hate my songs, but they keep reposting
parties on a whaler yacht, and i keep on hosting
haters right behind me, so i keep the choppa blowing
gotta keep on makin music, keep the lyrics flowing

stackin racks higher than the world trade center
firin heat, feds up on me like a gang member
trappin so hard since the middle of december
tote the glock to my head, b-tch i won’t surrender

other rap n-ggas trynna bring me down like an anchor
on the rap hierarchy, i’m the highest standard
n-ggas listen to my orders, like i’m their commander
got a russian hoe, she too much i cannot stand her

pull up in my blue rari, and she let me bang her
f-cked her in my hotel plaza, till she say her thang hurts
then i kicked her out place, b-tch i’ll see you later
bars too hot, i’m packing heat, i’m the rap creator

no comparison to lil uzi, cuz n-gga i’m greater
uzi strapped with his name, he a f-ckin hater
imma lead this planet earth jus like a dictator
my bank account it’s way too high, you need a calculator

i’m strapped every moment, strapped now and years later
toteadraco to a n-gga skull, he a f-ckin traitor
left a hole upon in his head wider than a crater
stole his b-tch, jus f-cked her twice, i don’t wanna date her

if i stay with dat hoe, i might get rabies
if i stay with dat hoe, i might get babies
don’t wanna be responsible, n-gga i’m f-ckin lazy
flexin with designer shoes, make these b-tches go crazy

in the field, bustin bodies, smoke em like a loud pac
cook a n-gga up then i take his -ss to outback
right back in the studio recordin on this soundtrack
makin so much bank, and i’m countin all these green racks

then i robbin mansions, gotta wear my black ski mask
smokin, smokin h-lla blunts, gotta me screaming free gas
feds trynna lock me up, i blast em in the kneecaps
popping bottles with topdown models, kick back and relax

yahhh

- guap 30 z lyrics

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