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psa - guapo nfl lyrics

[verse 1]
why you always on the net and talking crazy, what’s up
your baddest b*tch, i wouldn’t hit, she gotta pay me to f*ck
nah matter of fact, f*ck that, she couldn’t pay me enough
i think he beat his b*tch again, she lost her baby, what’s up
he thought that diss was tough, i heard that sh*t and said, what the f*ck?
n*gga flexing last week’s paycheck, and claim that he up
n*gga scared to run the ones, he know i’m breaking him up
he got that lil’ ass gun, we got the drac’ in the cut
that boy like 20 f*cking minors, n*gga’s crazy as f*ck
and you keep talking about my checks, you know they wavy as f*ck
you know this city not jackin’ you all they playing is us

[bridge]
(that sound like extortion)
(that’s what you call it)
(n*gga that’s what it is, f*ck you talkin’ about)
(i call it, capitalism)

[verse 2]
n*ggas know i play for keeps in this sh*t
like some street cleaner, spin through and start sweeping the strip
n*gga think he lit, he went to jail for beating a b*tch
and for shooting and not hitting sh*t, he weak in this b*tch
if i wanted to, i’d really spend a week in this b*tch
see me as competition, but it’s me versus me in this sh*t
and he got three million views off tiktok, no one streaming his sh*t
and i had love for them n*ggas, but my heart got anemic and sh*t
them n*ggas wanted smoke, i had to blow some steam in this sh*t
after this diss, they gon’ write down, it’s too late if you reading this sh*t
bro got the g’s, arps, and 223s in this sh*t
this n*gga mad that i f*cked his ex, shoulda had her eating the d*ck
i had to wake these n*ggas up, look like they sleeping and sh*t
and when i see him, i’ma beat him how he beating his b*tch
should’ve known i’m not the one to f*ck with
you not bout your paper n*gga, your ass be on dumb sh*t
better watch where you come around, you not valid in my function
if the guys see him walk inside the spot, then we gon’ jump him
if we notice that he reaching in a f*nny, we gon’ dump him
you was locked up, bro had your shorty blowing like a trumpet
i be rolling up the liam, but the yampi still be bussin’
why these n*ggas broke and tryna beef, this sh*t disgusting
you say my name and that’s what’s up, it’s stuck and no adjusting
and that chain you rock fugazi n*gga, sh*t look like it’s rusting
[bridge]
and the only time i talk is on the beat, ain’t no discussion
if you move the wrong way, bro on the left, already clutching
n*ggas try to ride my wave, but they just came, them n*ggas sunken
n*ggas try to flex a couple hundred, but i guess it’s something
d*mn near the whole gang, hit that b*tch that you was cuffing
it don’t matter where we going, though, we gotta bring the guns in
n*ggas know i’m one*on*one, sh*t got me feeling like i’m brunson
it don’t matter what you say you did, you ain’t amount to nothing

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