Burp
Kevlar made it, we got tax evasion
Plus this Lambo crazy blue Mercedes
Got two bust it babies tryna fuck me crazy
Diamonds on em, he got pointers on him
Why he shining crazy
He get the best of the both worlds
He lay it down with two girls
He done sent bro a mission
He kept that shit solid he caught him a body
He was rewarded in bricks
I gave em some money and pounds of exotic
He shot up the room them brains on the wall
You look at this shit make you vomit
You shot at my brother hit him in the arm
I shoot at your face and your stomach
Bitch it's the Gwop, we having sticks in the car
We having sticks on the block
I gotta Drac and A.R. niggas don't know who I am
No I don't know who you are
All of my blicks up to par
I smoke that weed the jar
I pour that lean on my watch
I fill that cup up with ice
I double up on the dice
Bread winner, literally I birth niggas
Burp niggas
Gold digger, bitch just leave me lone
You got the wrong nigga
20 ball put that on yo head
Shot by yo own nigga
Make a call, then switch up my math
Now I'm back dodging yall
Aye jo these niggas tried to take us out
The game nigga
We stay in nigga we clap back nigga
What's up pussy
Nigga played me I go cu cu crazy
All my records major
Diamonds dancing I'm so independent
Gwop life that's the label
To much money
I got hunxho's on me trappin through Decatur
He hit the block with the FN
He ain't the trap and he locked in
Plus this Lambo crazy blue Mercedes
Got two bust it babies tryna fuck me crazy
Diamonds on em, he got pointers on him
Why he shining crazy
He get the best of the both worlds
He lay it down with two girls
He done sent bro a mission
He kept that shit solid he caught him a body
He was rewarded in bricks
I gave em some money and pounds of exotic
He shot up the room them brains on the wall
You look at this shit make you vomit
You shot at my brother hit him in the arm
I shoot at your face and your stomach
Bitch it's the Gwop, we having sticks in the car
We having sticks on the block
I gotta Drac and A.R. niggas don't know who I am
No I don't know who you are
All of my blicks up to par
I smoke that weed the jar
I pour that lean on my watch
I fill that cup up with ice
I double up on the dice
Bread winner, literally I birth niggas
Burp niggas
Gold digger, bitch just leave me lone
You got the wrong nigga
20 ball put that on yo head
Shot by yo own nigga
Make a call, then switch up my math
Now I'm back dodging yall
Aye jo these niggas tried to take us out
The game nigga
We stay in nigga we clap back nigga
What's up pussy
Nigga played me I go cu cu crazy
All my records major
Diamonds dancing I'm so independent
Gwop life that's the label
To much money
I got hunxho's on me trappin through Decatur
He hit the block with the FN
He ain't the trap and he locked in
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Writer(s): Demario Scott
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