Guap

(Okay)
New shirt this guap feels too good I don't pop pills
New drop, the top sail, pass me the top shelf
New wheels, I can't feel no fakes, I'm too real
Counting my guap until I move in up into the hills

Over here in outta space, but over there I'm outta place
And over here is outta space, I'm outta here can't feel my face
I revive when I fadeaway, I don't fadeaway
I'm flaming every 808, them 808s don't play no games
Fadeaway's my throwaways is colder than your whole mixtape
I'm outta here I'm out in space, I look around and turn away
I turn my town up any day anyway
Since a child, anyhow it's been wild, lowdown, I'm moving crowds

New shirt
Guap, guap, guap
Yeah, my guap
Yeah, new shirt
New shirt, my guap
Guap, guap, my guap, guap
Yeah that guap

New shirt this guap feels too good I don't pop pills
New drop, the top sails, pass me the top shelf
New wheels, I can't feel no fakes, I'm too real
Counting my guap until I move in up into the hills
My guap



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Shottenkirk
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