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guard up - $ofaygo lyrics

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[intro]
2ezzy on some other sh*t
y2, is that you?
grrah, yeah

[chorus]
i’m up, you drunk, b*tch, i don’t give no f*cks (woah)
i can’t show no love, i got my guard up
yeah, touch it, lil’ baby, i’m feeling it (woah, woah)
no, i do not give a f*ck about blendin’ in
chopper gon’ turn that lil’ n*gga to cinnamon
skinny n*gga, man, i’m feeling like slenderman
hothead, yeah, she say that i’m ruthless (doot)
i’m gonna leave his ass toothless, ah
said she want me, better prove it, yeah
i get to that bag, i do it, yeah
i got a chopper, boy, don’t do it
if he play with me you know i’ma shoot
empty them pockets, you know i’ma loot (yeah)
you ain’t gotta like me, okay, cool, yeah

[verse]
we got too much pride, ain’t from this side unless you slide, n*gga
all my n*ggas gon’ ride (get back)
you better keep a spot (yeah)
i got real ties, i got demons all in my insides
and i advise a n*gga step aside
can’t know my f*cking spot until i die
d*mn, i’m tryna put my mama in a wraith
glock 22 f*ck up a n*gga day
i’m thuggin’ with my n*ggas always broad day
we gon’ make him pay
bruh, i had to put these n*ggas back down
couldn’t find myself but i’m back now
got the gang on speed*dial, they give that lil’ boy a patdown
tryna get my pops up in a bentley
tryna get my n*ggas out the traphouse
talking down on the gang
you must really wanna see a n*gga blackout
thinking faygo gon’ fall off?
boy, you really gotta be cracked out (brree)
f*ck that sh*t, make ’em mad now (brree)
n*gga, it’s gon’ be a man down (brree, brree)

[chorus]
i’m up, you drunk, b*tch, i don’t give no f*cks (woah)
i can’t show no love, i got my guard up
yeah, touch it, lil’ baby, i’m feeling it (woah, woah)
no, i do not give a f*ck about blendin’ in
chopper gon’ turn that lil’ n*gga to cinnamon
skinny n*gga, man, i’m feeling like slenderman
hothead, yeah, she say that i’m ruthless (doot)
i’m gonna leave his ass toothless, ah
said she want me, better prove it, yeah
i get to that bag, i do it, yeah
i got a chopper, boy, don’t do it
if he play with me you know i’ma shoot
empty them pockets, you know i’ma loot (yeah)
you ain’t gotta like me, okay, cool, yeah

[outro]
we got too much pride, ain’t from this side unless you slide

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