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feel like guwop (remix) - ola runt lyrics

[intro: gucci mane]
if a n*gga was to ever take my chain, i wouldn’t even want it back
1*0*1*7, burr gang
henchmen

[verse 1: gucci mane & ola runt]
guwop, i ain’t goin’ for none of that (nah)
if a n*gga was to ever take my chain, i wouldn’t even want it back (huh)
f*ck n*gga, i’m aimin’ for your wig, i’m tryna push it back (bah*bah)
all you n*ggas ninja turtles, your ceo a sewer rat (wow)
your man just got whacked today and i ain’t have nothin’ to do with that (huh)
i don’t be claimin’ bodies i ain’t drop, that sh*t’d be super cap (cap)
all the opps i smoked, i could d*mn near start a dispensary
straight out the penitentiary, sun valley elementary (huh)
drop my nuts on these lil’ p*ssies ’cause y’all ain’t really really street (no)
b*tches love a real n*gga, titties hard, that freak in heat (mwah)
when i get mad, i rob everyone who crossed the g (yup)
thought you was a g, but when you snitched, that’s when i crossed the street (go, go)
gucci mane a boss, i paid the cost, yeah, i’m so saucy (saucy)
ola, that’s my twin, and henchman gon’ shoot at your offspring (twin)
keep it off your twitter page and keep it off your ig (yeah)
fifteen years later, gucci heart is still so icy (burr)
f*ck these n*ggas, roll ’em

[chorus: ola runt]
feel like guwop, get your shooter shot
chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out
sh*t*bag, 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 kel*tec
your block, we left some sh*lls at
you p*ssy, i’ma smell that
you servin’, you can’t sell that
[verse 2: ola runt]
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, tuesday 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: ola runt]
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*bag, 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 kel*tec
your block, we left some sh*lls at
you p*ssy, i’ma smell that
you servin’, you can’t sell that
[verse 3: ola runt]
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 gray quick (mama stressed out)
i ain’t nothin’ to play with
good aim, get your face hit, no
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 petey, yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout pablo

[chorus: ola runt]
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*bag, 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 kel*tec
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: ola runt]
sh*lls over there
like some eggs hatched

- ola runt lyrics

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