Gucci ManeBig Guwap

Fish scale all over my motherfucking apartment Damn, I got dope all on garment Cooking dope and trust tree, move the trap to Sun Valley Now I’m in Gresham housing, money piling, money piling I’m so fresh, don’t need a stylist Buy a rental car and tint the windows Buy a car, stop the mileage Stuffing bricks all in a fender Stuffing P's in the spare tire Gucci ain’t real, you a damn liar Save yo nigga a lot of fire I'ma show you sucka niggas Wi-Fi Serve more chicken than Popeye’s Strong purp', Popeye One day I might die, but not soon because I’m strapped fool I got old schools, I got new schools, I got one rule, don’t cross me Red bottoms on my feet, courtside next to Spike Lee Baby, I’m Spike Lee All the purple, all the white All this grain, taking a flight Up all night, nigga getting shot Man getting popped, Big Guwap Drop my top, suicide doors Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls Money over hoes, recycling your clothes You niggas going broke, I’m sure of my goals, wop! Little Mexico we cook up dope If a nigga broke, we sell him soap I can see it in your eyes that you niggas going broke ‘Cause you don’t got no pres no mo’ Yo bitches gone, yo money getting low He used to buy bricks, now he buyin’ a fo’ Money over bitches, can’t wife no ho Money over everything, can’t go broke We blowing gas, smoking on flights Place your order, I’ll be there over night I’m talking private planes Hundred bricks of white Still a young nigga, I live a mob life (Let’s go!) All the purple, all the white All this grain, taking a flight Up all night, nigga getting shot Man getting popped, Big Guwap Drop my top, suicide doors Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls Money over hoes, recycling your clothes You niggas going broke, I’m sure of my goals, wop!
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