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ps5 - guwop lyrics

verse:
f*ck a label, i aint homeless, don’t need no sign
white and black versace’s in a box, like a ps5
uh, throw em on, my feet on fly
smoke runtz, za, and presidential, why i be so high
you just bought a shirt, i buy stores, yeah we shop different
like i just kidnapped a balla, i got chop with me
slide down with all my f*cking savs, this a block mission
ar leave him like a convertible with it’s top missing
drum in the chopper hold “60,” that’s a hour clip
put a bunch of holes in his head, like a power strip
twin glocks make him sommersault, that’s a tower flip
clip full of water, wet his head, like the shower drip
how you post a pistol from yo mans, but got no weapon?
tracer bullets hit him his heart (hart), call his bro kevin
catch him with him, touchdown, give em both seven
circle after circle on his block, this a smoke session
smoke you faster than a cookie blunt
way we scoring on the opps, we got our sliders set to rookie huh?
slide down and put my hoodie up
put this arp up in his face and lеt these hollows give him noogiеs huh
f*ck a bag on em, mark his head with a whole brick
think i need a cy young award, opps got no hits
30 in my chopper, and it’s 40 in my bro stick
film festival when we slide, show em both clips
riding with that frrrr, up it knock his face off
run up in that party, shoot it up like it’s an 8 ball
forty on me leave him bl**dy, that’s a steak raw
i don’t mean no music, with this drum, imma tape dog

- guwop lyrics

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