I speak Guapanese
I heard you speak English, and you speak French, well I don't speak shit, all I know is Guapanese
I heard you talk Espanol, and you talk Jap, I'll let you talk that, all I know is Guapanese
If you ain't talking money, then it's not for me
All I know is Guapanese
All I know is Guapanese
If you got money, motherfucker, you can cop from me
I speak Guapanese, so I gotta squat and see if feds or the jakes on the block when I drop the keys
So many knots of cheese, the rats work around the clock, so I keep a Glock to squeeze
The packs, hurry down the block
From long range, I'm like curry from behind the ark
A brick of snow make flurries when you grind the rock
I'm trying to make a couple million, stop watching me and get yours
I'm always on that bread like poppy seeds
Call poppy, tell him cop me like a crop of trees
I'm talking piffs so strong that you got to sneeze
If you freaky, then I got the E
And you can pop him like aspirin if you want, but you ain't cop from me
I'm just a rapper, I don't wrestle with the dope fleas
I don't know nothing about meth labs or codeine, but I'm so clean, and my flow mean
LaTruth a money, clip brick, cause I hold green
I heard you speak English, and you speak French
Well, I don't speak shit, all I know is Guapanese
I heard you talk Espanol, and you talk Jap
I let you talk that, all I know is Guapanese
If you ain't talking money, then it's not from me
All I know is Guapanese
All I know is Guapanese
If you got money, motherfucker, you can come with me
Money's my ambition, niggas should stop bitching
Talking to the cops, y'all really should stop snitching
All of these belligerent, ignorant folks mimicking
Acting like they the generals, throwing them fake subliminals
I'ma put an end to you, hollow points into you
Put them in a wheelchair, fucking dismember you
Saying you the king, gon' get your ass in a sling, and get my ass in a bing
I know you gon' sing, wise on your chest
Trying to set a nigga up, the AR not far
When I spray, you better duck, haze jar in the car
About to blaze it in the Dutch, by the time the blunt gone, you see a hater in the dust
The razor in his gut, cause he thought he was a goon
Animated bitch boy, more like a cartoon
Who the fuck want war, with the human gun store
I will hit him with the Ruger, leave him on his front porch
Yeah, I can bring him drama all sorts
With the llama to his bargain, have him leaking nine quarts of blood
Niggas been hating on my buzz, cause I'm king of the Carolinas
Haters be the judge
Yeah, I just wanna make a big fuss
Cause my track record so heavy, niggas can't budge
Eleven mixtapes in, niggas better hush
Put the burner to your turn up, melt your shit like fudge
Candy, I don't hold a grudge, I'm dandy
Fix a nigga up, with the tool I'm handy
Yeah, I ain't gotta pause, no Grammys
I don't need applause, I'm still unsigned nigga
I'm still on my grind nigga
Yeah, y'all niggas riding the pine nigga
Yeah, if you ain't speaking Guapanese
Motherfucker, it is not for me
I heard you speak English, and you speak French
Well, I don't speak shit, all I know is Guapanese
I heard you talk Espanol, and you talk Jap
I let you talk that, all I know is Guapanese
If you ain't talking money, then it's not for me
All I know is Guapanese
All I know is Guapanese
If you got money, motherfucker, you can cop from me
Yeah
Make sure you have your paper straight man
LA Truth to General
And I run this rap shit
I took a little break, but y'all know what it is man
I'll let y'all eat for a second
Cause all I know is Guapanese
Guapanese
I heard you talk Espanol, and you talk Jap, I'll let you talk that, all I know is Guapanese
If you ain't talking money, then it's not for me
All I know is Guapanese
All I know is Guapanese
If you got money, motherfucker, you can cop from me
I speak Guapanese, so I gotta squat and see if feds or the jakes on the block when I drop the keys
So many knots of cheese, the rats work around the clock, so I keep a Glock to squeeze
The packs, hurry down the block
From long range, I'm like curry from behind the ark
A brick of snow make flurries when you grind the rock
I'm trying to make a couple million, stop watching me and get yours
I'm always on that bread like poppy seeds
Call poppy, tell him cop me like a crop of trees
I'm talking piffs so strong that you got to sneeze
If you freaky, then I got the E
And you can pop him like aspirin if you want, but you ain't cop from me
I'm just a rapper, I don't wrestle with the dope fleas
I don't know nothing about meth labs or codeine, but I'm so clean, and my flow mean
LaTruth a money, clip brick, cause I hold green
I heard you speak English, and you speak French
Well, I don't speak shit, all I know is Guapanese
I heard you talk Espanol, and you talk Jap
I let you talk that, all I know is Guapanese
If you ain't talking money, then it's not from me
All I know is Guapanese
All I know is Guapanese
If you got money, motherfucker, you can come with me
Money's my ambition, niggas should stop bitching
Talking to the cops, y'all really should stop snitching
All of these belligerent, ignorant folks mimicking
Acting like they the generals, throwing them fake subliminals
I'ma put an end to you, hollow points into you
Put them in a wheelchair, fucking dismember you
Saying you the king, gon' get your ass in a sling, and get my ass in a bing
I know you gon' sing, wise on your chest
Trying to set a nigga up, the AR not far
When I spray, you better duck, haze jar in the car
About to blaze it in the Dutch, by the time the blunt gone, you see a hater in the dust
The razor in his gut, cause he thought he was a goon
Animated bitch boy, more like a cartoon
Who the fuck want war, with the human gun store
I will hit him with the Ruger, leave him on his front porch
Yeah, I can bring him drama all sorts
With the llama to his bargain, have him leaking nine quarts of blood
Niggas been hating on my buzz, cause I'm king of the Carolinas
Haters be the judge
Yeah, I just wanna make a big fuss
Cause my track record so heavy, niggas can't budge
Eleven mixtapes in, niggas better hush
Put the burner to your turn up, melt your shit like fudge
Candy, I don't hold a grudge, I'm dandy
Fix a nigga up, with the tool I'm handy
Yeah, I ain't gotta pause, no Grammys
I don't need applause, I'm still unsigned nigga
I'm still on my grind nigga
Yeah, y'all niggas riding the pine nigga
Yeah, if you ain't speaking Guapanese
Motherfucker, it is not for me
I heard you speak English, and you speak French
Well, I don't speak shit, all I know is Guapanese
I heard you talk Espanol, and you talk Jap
I let you talk that, all I know is Guapanese
If you ain't talking money, then it's not for me
All I know is Guapanese
All I know is Guapanese
If you got money, motherfucker, you can cop from me
Yeah
Make sure you have your paper straight man
LA Truth to General
And I run this rap shit
I took a little break, but y'all know what it is man
I'll let y'all eat for a second
Cause all I know is Guapanese
Guapanese
Credits
Writer(s): Latruth Hampton
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