Guapstyle
Gonna go up with you
I wanna fuck with youuuuu
Rocking designer shoes
Got the designer fluuuuu
Gucci belt too
Ima come up with youuuuu
Countin some bands boo
She know what to dooooo
She laying out clues
The feelings I'm drinking I'm chasing the truth
Chasing a bag and we getting that too
Get to the packs and we changing our mood
Get to the money we making our food
She rocking with me and I'm rocking my twos
Jordan on my feet and I'm feeling amused
Thinking of cuffing You looking real cute
Coming of something from one to twos
Taking these steps the feeling is new
Attracting the best and baby that's you
Switch up da flow i'm passing right threw
Like I passed you but I asked you never had you
That's shits factual shits seductive on my path tho
Really bad hoe see the plateau want some placks bro
Out da bando with the bag of dough
Super natural artificial on my name
When i rank up in this game
Bouta crank up on that stank
Maryjane she heal the pain
Gonna go up with you
I wanna fuck with youuuuu
Rocking designer shoes
Got the designer fluuuuu
Gucci belt too
Ima come up witchuuuuu
Counting some bands boo
She know what to dooooo
Changing my mind I don't got the time
Twinkling lights in her beautiful eyes
I see through the blinds Im seeing ya soul
You're vibing with mine this shit is so gold
Peek on my flows and I open the doe
Elevate another level I ain't fucking with the devil
But I'm turning to a rebel rebellious in the Crevasse
Strait telling ya you got to get it
Know that I'm getting ready
My flow its strait staying steady
Know that I'm getting fetti
My raps really staying heavy
Raps really staying heavy
Gonna go up with you
I wanna fuck with youuuuu
Rocking designer shoes
Got the designer fluuuuu
Gucci belt too
Ima come up with youuuuu
Counting some bands boo
She know what to dooooo
She know what to dooooo
Yea yea yea yea
Gonna go up with you that ain't front
You ain't the type to take it and run
You be the type that's having my son
Having another my Brady brunch
I do it for y'all you gimme run
Shit be best I look at my son
I look at my daughter I know I'm the one
I feel it inside my pride was a bluff
I know that I'm meant I'm goin through stuff
Everyone is but how bout love
I'm Flying so high but I ain't no dove
Gonna go up with you
I wanna fuck with youuuuu
Rocking designer shoes
Got the designer fluuuuu
Gucci belt too
Ima come up with youuuuu
Counting some bands boo
She know what to dooooo
She know what to dooooo
I wanna fuck with youuuuu
Rocking designer shoes
Got the designer fluuuuu
Gucci belt too
Ima come up with youuuuu
Countin some bands boo
She know what to dooooo
She laying out clues
The feelings I'm drinking I'm chasing the truth
Chasing a bag and we getting that too
Get to the packs and we changing our mood
Get to the money we making our food
She rocking with me and I'm rocking my twos
Jordan on my feet and I'm feeling amused
Thinking of cuffing You looking real cute
Coming of something from one to twos
Taking these steps the feeling is new
Attracting the best and baby that's you
Switch up da flow i'm passing right threw
Like I passed you but I asked you never had you
That's shits factual shits seductive on my path tho
Really bad hoe see the plateau want some placks bro
Out da bando with the bag of dough
Super natural artificial on my name
When i rank up in this game
Bouta crank up on that stank
Maryjane she heal the pain
Gonna go up with you
I wanna fuck with youuuuu
Rocking designer shoes
Got the designer fluuuuu
Gucci belt too
Ima come up witchuuuuu
Counting some bands boo
She know what to dooooo
Changing my mind I don't got the time
Twinkling lights in her beautiful eyes
I see through the blinds Im seeing ya soul
You're vibing with mine this shit is so gold
Peek on my flows and I open the doe
Elevate another level I ain't fucking with the devil
But I'm turning to a rebel rebellious in the Crevasse
Strait telling ya you got to get it
Know that I'm getting ready
My flow its strait staying steady
Know that I'm getting fetti
My raps really staying heavy
Raps really staying heavy
Gonna go up with you
I wanna fuck with youuuuu
Rocking designer shoes
Got the designer fluuuuu
Gucci belt too
Ima come up with youuuuu
Counting some bands boo
She know what to dooooo
She know what to dooooo
Yea yea yea yea
Gonna go up with you that ain't front
You ain't the type to take it and run
You be the type that's having my son
Having another my Brady brunch
I do it for y'all you gimme run
Shit be best I look at my son
I look at my daughter I know I'm the one
I feel it inside my pride was a bluff
I know that I'm meant I'm goin through stuff
Everyone is but how bout love
I'm Flying so high but I ain't no dove
Gonna go up with you
I wanna fuck with youuuuu
Rocking designer shoes
Got the designer fluuuuu
Gucci belt too
Ima come up with youuuuu
Counting some bands boo
She know what to dooooo
She know what to dooooo
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Gutierrez
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