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make a name - guapo nfl lyrics

[intro]
look, been on my sh*t tryn’ make me a name like
it’s just me and the gang (it’s just me and the gang)
bro wildin’ tryn’ hit a stain
i told him it’s cool to stay in your lane (stay in your lane)
lost bro, they gon’ feel this pain
my heart’s so cold, i don’t feel a thing (my heart’s so cold, i don’t feel a thing)
the more i got older, made everything change
like, sh*t don’t feel the same

[verse 1]
walk through the mud, step in through the rain
tryn’ see what he thinkin aiming for his brain
walk down on feet you flame, i flame (i flame)
tryn’ put a n*gga on a chain
tryn’ turn a n*gga to a strain
got a beam on the knocker, i don’t need a aim
y’all smokin’ on bro, let go y’all n*ggas lame
i been that demon, i can’t be contained
n*ggas be movin’ like life is a game
i guеss i got to show ’em how to play spin again, tryn’ see how he lay (spin again)
been through some sh*t whеre you cannot relate
told my mom when i’m older, money gettin’ made
run me the check like i’m tryna get paid
brown hair, light skin, and shorty got the cake
f*ckin’ that b*tch and i don’t know her name
[bridge]
y’all some online gangsters, y’all politics
roll a dead opp, watch how the grabba hit
you was talkin’ with feds, you was coppin’ it
we got big guns, we got a lot of sticks
i’m ’bout to spin on they side and start flockin’ it
f*ck what you jackin’
lil’ n*gga, i’m droppin’ it
bro brought the stick, with extended and start moppin’ it

[verse 2: msg skrt]
already know it’s not za, i’m not coppin’ it (yea)
if i was there when bro died would’ve flocked for him
i don’t beef for n0body, they know what i’m on
they broke and i’m on some hotter sh*t
put in pain, they didn’t try to acknowledge it
i see that’s your main, i heard she get brain
and i heard that she give a lot of it but let me get back to this rappin’ sh*t (yeah)
yeah, yeah (yeah)
i don’t even
want to link up with you n*ggas
you n*ggas might turn to some rats, we not even
n*gga we ready for war, you know that we doublin’ back
c for cito
n*gga i f*ck with my ‘rips, you might think that’s what i jack (yea)
fell in love with a mack (yea)
[bridge: msg skrt]
what i took they not getting it back
if they come, better come with a strap
if you rap, there’s no reason to cap
took the time to put n*ggas on
now it’s time to take over the map
she a eater, f*ckin’ with you and f*ck with your mans right behind your back
yeah we evil
brodie might turn to a demon every time he hop out the scat

- guapo nfl lyrics

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