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off the wock - guapo nfl lyrics

[intro: saucee sosa]
(it’s that sosa n*gga, word to my mother)
(drop my fly, you get put to the sky
you heard)

[verse 1]
i’m that n*gga when i’m in the stu
yo baby lu n*gga what did you do?
f*ck the six and i’m dropping the two
what the f*ck is y’all jacking, y’all n*ggas is fu
with the sitchy i be going ku
with the ‘rips, all they see is blue
sosa be spinning, he don’t pick and choose
and we upping the score, n*gga how could i loose?
if he dissing
put him on the news
they not gangster
they bang for the views
he got hit
i got blood on my shoes
if he jacking the ls
then ima let it loose
like these bullets they spread likе the flu
shorty a baba, she shaking the room on
tеll the opps, jink up get in tune
but they never outside it’s the truth
i’m demon outside of the booth
bro brought a mop stick
i got the broom like
uh, said bro brought a mop stick i got the
[verse 2: saucee sosa]
said you know i go ku
i’m off the wocky and percs, so you better move
don’t plot, yea we letting it loose
said he in the dirt if he throwing up twos
he ain’t jacking the fly
like he get put really high
we booming at ls, said they all got to die
and i’m smoking that yampi n*gga in the sky
and i’m ready to cl!ck
hollows gon have him dancing like he vick
we aim at your head, put you out quick
guapo throw double if i’m letting off six
yo redot, how you a demon
boy ain’t outside, cause n0body seen him
and adot, thought he was safe
that big ass hat ima take it away
like what, n*gga gon’ see me
trust me that tat’ gon’ start fading away
like talk about boogie no stacks
he jacking the opps so he getting whacked
and don’t get me started on rolo
that n*gga p*ssy he better move tact
you old still banging with bozos
you need to get you some money that’s facts
ebk, no we don’t scr*p
i keep a weapon for taking off caps
and these n*ggas ain’t f*cking with me
tryna let out the heat
trying to take these n*gga off the map
[verse 3: flex60]
gang, and you know i move tact
i’m with the ‘rips
and my pistols is black
know i keep a pole and it stay on my lap
blackie he seen me, that n*gga ran laps
n*ggas is p*ssy the cap in their raps
with guapo and we coutin’ them racks
p*ssy ass n*ggas get stay’s for their racks
and i’m with sosa, he totin’ the gatt
hop on the court and you know i don’t pass
hop in the v and you know i won’t crash
and i’m with cito, he totin’ the mac
spinnin’ the nine, i’m looking for spazz
one false move, he get turned to a pack
once he react then that n get wacked

[outro]
like this sh*t on hip not for fashion
‘rippy ran down he was yelling was cracking
ebk give a f*ck what you jackin
all them two hundred n*ggas run laps b*tch
want a birkin, i took her to saks fifth
i’m a demon, could tell by my actions
shorty a baddie she want me to slap it
she exotic she moan with a accent
pull on her hair while i’m blowing her back in
in the trap i was bringing the packs in
he got hit put that boy in the past tense
b*tch ima goon, always smile through the sadness

- guapo nfl lyrics

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