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feel like guwop - ola runt lyrics

[intro]
ola
what you on, n*gga?
n*gga got back on that
no cap
high as f*ck, ain’t gon’ lie to you
no cap
f*ck these n*ggas, roll ’em

[chorus]
feel like guwop, get your shooter shot
chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out
sh*t bad, smell like dookie out
face shot, get your pimple popped
think sh*t funny, your dimple shot
ain’t a mechanic, but i drill a lot
ridin’ down, now draw down, you’ll get gunned down
tailor made fashion on the stage just like james brown
walk in with a keltech
your block, we left some sh*lls at
you p*ssy, i’ma smell that
you servin’, you can’t sell that

[verse 1]
on my corner with that ralo
glock 30 full of hollows
grown man, but i sip out the bottle
draw down, i had hit from a vato
ask kemo, we was sittin’ in that tahoe
me and tay tay, we was servin’ out the jj
good times just like jj
sh*t went bad ’til they turned mayday
out the red store, it was a ricochet
i had the glock, i had to pop
n*gga screamed 12 when he seen two cops
shots got fired, i had seen two opps
i’m from the wild wild east
free lil’ zay, caught a body at p*b*rty
free lil’ zion, headshot, it was to a marine
can’t walk through the cut, it’s a murder scene
catch a body, blame it on the bean
catch him lackin’, he was on the lean
two guns with the murder team
i live a gang life, big b’s, n*gga, real right
if i ain’t set trip, i wouldn’t feel right

[chorus]
feel like guwop, get your shooter shot
chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (n*gga, you’ll get chopped)
sh*t bad, smell like dookie out
face shot, get your pimple popped
think sh*t funny, your dimple shot
ain’t a mechanic, but i drill a lot
ridin’ down, now draw down, you’ll get gunned down
tailor made fashion on the stage just like james brown
walk in with a keltech
your block, we left some sh*lls at
you p*ssy, i’ma smell that
you servin’, you can’t sell that

[verse 2]
ridin’ down bleveland
just me and cap, we got three straps
two handguns, one stick
hundred rounds, somethin’ gon’ hit
gun so big, it don’t fit, crucial with a glock .26
he want a zip, i ain’t give him nothin’ but twenty*six (twenty*six grams, ho)
got fifty opps, least tonight twenty gon’ get hit (twenty of y’all gon’ die)
just like a gun, she gon’ take d*ck (take d*ck)
you came up missin’, your mama stressin’, she went grey quick (mama stressed out)
i ain’t nothin’ to play with, good aim, get your face hit
can’t come back funny, smoke, we bring like we laced it (cook his ass up)
f*ck that sh*t, send a n*gga my location, you know i’m on mason
kodak black, lil’ haitian, dodgin’ bullets like the matrix (dodge these bullets)
you’ll get buried like a dog trick (bury him)
nah, your n*ggas got parvo, all mine smoke good, gelato
free peter, yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout pablo

[chorus]
feel like guwop, get your shooter shot (feel like guwop)
chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (yes, on god)
sh*t bad, smell like dookie out
face shot, get your pimple popped
think sh*t funny, your dimple shot
ain’t a mechanic, but i drill a lot (b*tch)
ridin’ down, now draw down, you’ll get gunned down
tailor made fashion on the stage just like james brown
walk in with a keltech
your block, we left some sh*lls at
you p*ssy, i’ma smell that
you servin’, you can’t sell that (you p*ssy)

[outro]
sh*lls over there
like some eggs hatched

- ola runt lyrics

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