Guwap Problem

Uh oh

Getting the guwap, not a problem
Niggas don't want to fuck with me
I'm like, a hole in a condom
She said she heard my voice
And it made her shake like harlem
Couldn't cuff her, had to get my racks up
Had to be first, not last up
Top soulja, when I press no back up

Uh
I don't wanna get rude
Getting cake while you snooze
One V. One, you gon lose
I'm the prototype, made in a lab
At first it right hook uppercut now it's a left hook and a jab
She asked if i do this often, I said I dibble and dab
Get in the booth, and I crank it up
She want more Solar, she can't get enough
So much flexin, you'd think I'd be buff
Uh huh
K styles call me Tank Diesel
Gave it code name because everything we say ain't legal
So fly like a eagle
Momma said boy just follow your gut
I think I'm addicted to running it up
Huh
I think I'm addicted to running it up
Fasho, got a lot but want a lot mo
Talking bout that cheese that bread that dough
Uh
Talking bout that cheese that bread that dough
She said, she get no attention
I said, sorry I been getting to the chicken
She said, that's the main problem
I'm not finna entertain the drama
Cuz getting guwap can't be a problem
I don't think it's a

Getting the guwap, is not a problem
Niggas don't want fuck with me
I'm like, a hole in a condom
She said she heard my voice
And it made her shake like harlem
Couldn't cuff her, had to get my racks up
Had to be first, not last up
Top soulja, when I press no back up

Uh
I'm him you can ask her, her, her, and even them
Shaq attack dunk on the rim
I told her she can't get attached, like she was a severed limb
Can't stop now, I need me a m

Getting the guwap, not a problem
Niggas don't want to fuck with me
I'm like, a hole in a condom
She said she heard my voice
And it made her shake like harlem
Couldn't cuff her, had to get my racks up
Had to be first, not last up
Top soulja, when I press no back up

Getting the guwap, not a problem
Niggas don't want to fuck with me
I'm like, a hole in a condom
She said she heard my what
And I made her shake like harlem
Couldn't cuff her, had to get my racks up
Had to be first, not last up
Top soulja, when I press no back up

It's solar, Solar Rackson, So Fly



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Writer(s): Demi Wilkerson
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